In the Friday, June 4, Wall Street Journal one of their regular Friday contributers, Eric Felten, wrote a droll piece on the tasteless landscape of lite beers in his "De Gustibus" column. Perhaps I should hasten to add that I nearly always read his well-written and usually humorous essays. I had no desire to bone up on the relative merits of lite beers, or any other potables for that matter. If I am not mistaken he also wrote a diverting weekly WSJ column on how to live more frugally and save money on every-day purchases, but that series seems to have, regrettably, ended.
In order not to appear snobbish, he decided to taste-test as many of these lite beers as he could lay his hands on. "Taking notes in my blind tasting I quickly found myself running out of ways to describe vapid nothingness." He concludes that all that keeps these brews moving is massive amounts of advertising money. "No wonder these beers are so heavily advertised. No one would think to drink them otherwise." "Is this going somewhere, except maybe to the fridge?" restless readers may be nervously thinking. I hope so.
Mrs. Eddy tells us that the nothingness of nothing, mortal mind, is plain, but that this nothingness needs to be understood, not just stated. Yet how many of us keep coming back--maybe even eagerly--for another quaff of its not-so-lite suds? Mortal mind doesn't run ads extolling the wonders of its "vapid nothingness"--or does it? Anything that promotes the pleasures and satisfactions of any phase of material existence is at bottom a promo for the supremacy of mortal mind. The tyranny of medical practice and medicine is a not very subtle come-on for mortal mind. Then there is the great negative barker for error: fear, all the way from annoying fearlets to paralyzing terror. If it were not for these deceptive or dragooning incentives to indulge in and cherish materiality, who in his right mind would dabble for a moment in the nothingness of nothing?
It is time for more Christian Scientists--and I confess to making an assumption that might not be correct--to put off their mental swaddling clothes and suit up for a decisive battle with the Great Red Dragon. Time will not make it any easier to deal with. So, To Whom It May Concern: Quit listening to error's "bunkum" (one of Mr. Felton's words) and claim your eternal, harmonious unity with God, divine Mind, Life, Truth, and Love--no matter what that commitment requires of you.