A God Who Plays Frisbee?
“ I would only believe in a god who could dance.” ― Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra Last Tuesday, I ordered online a 165 Gram Wham-o Frisbee. I had a couple when I was a teenager. One time I lent my 165 Gram Ultimate Frisbee to a kid at school and he lost it. The 165 Grammer really soars with good control. Designed for the game of Ultimate, it is the gold standard on the market and has been for decades. I told the kid that either he needed to pay for it or trade something of equal value. Or else. I left it up to his imagination of what that could be. He gave me in exchange the Essential Jimi Hendrix Part II album on cassette tape. It was a deeper collection of his music beyond the more popular songs of his that I already knew. It was the beginning of a lifelong affection of his music. So, a good trade. And Craig W. lived to see another day. The Frisbee for me is possibly, like Citizen Kane's sled Rosebud, an archetype for youth. Days gone by. Bu