This past Sunday, while Erik and I were driving back from a choir reunion mass at St. John’s Abbey, we came across a road called Majestic Pond Drive. The name immediately struck me as funny because it’s an oxymoron. A pond by definition is not majestic. If it were, it’d be called a lake. Instead, it’s just a pond, some of which may be not much bigger than puddles or drainage ditches. Tacking the word “majestic” to a pond is like putting lipstick and high heels on an ostrich and calling it a super model.
Oh, the ways we like to deceive ourselves.