Saturday, December 6, 2025
On a video, I saw the pope walking through a crowd. Thousands had their phones outstretched. They were not looking at him. Not being with him. Not interested in knowing him. They only wanted an image, so they could post on social media, “Look who I saw!”
Why doesn’t the pope have his phone outstretched, recording the millions of “devotees” he meets? Why isn’t the pope a fan? If the pope posted about all the “celebrated figureheads” he saw, ridiculousness would be upended.
Why don’t “celebrities” stop random “plebeians” and ask for a selfie, an autograph, or beg them to speak at their son’s commencement? Imagine Oprah, in “everyday clothes,” going to Starbucks, asking for autographs and selfies. Imagine Donald Trump kissing your hand, genuflecting, bowing humbly before you. Imagine Pope Leo laying prostrate, genuinely asking your forgiveness. Imagine throngs of “celebrities” in line to shake your hand, just a simpleton, a humble servant, an anonymous nameless 0.
Oh that we could live in a world of real equality! The roles we play are far too thickly convincing. Imagine Vladimir Putin, naked, skipping through Red Square, with a bonnet. Imagine Lindsey Graham holding a lollipop, being pushed in a baby carriage, poopy diaper. Imagine no more starstruck idiots.
What would the world be if we were all starstruck idiots! That would make us children again. That would make us anonymous, playful beings. That would make us synonymous and pricelessly worthless. How do I show the world there is no superior, and there is none beside me [saith “the L0RD“].
Jesus humbled himself to death. He blew up for imploding! While alive, people swarmed him. He equated himself with God. If we all did that, there would be no-one to take selfies with, to elevate, or to crucify.
“Look who I saw!” Yeah, yeah, yeah – I know. I see G0D everyday. I don’t need a selfie.