This past week's religious service was a family service, which means there is a lot of singing and lower-level prayer aimed towards younger children. I'll save my utter disagreement with conducting services this way for another post - what I wanted to write about was part of a 'children's song' they sang. Here's the chorus:
And the seasons, they go 'round and 'round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captured on a carousel of time
We can't return, we can only look behind from where we came
And go 'round and 'round and 'round in the circle game
How terribly fatalist! I thought this was utterly depressing and anything but proper children's music. That middle line - 'captured on a carousel'. What kind of imagery does that convey? I suppose time inexorably marching on is one of life's great equalizers, but it doesn't make me any more joyful to hear about it.
Should be a Spinoza-themed post coming up.
And the seasons, they go 'round and 'round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captured on a carousel of time
We can't return, we can only look behind from where we came
And go 'round and 'round and 'round in the circle game
How terribly fatalist! I thought this was utterly depressing and anything but proper children's music. That middle line - 'captured on a carousel'. What kind of imagery does that convey? I suppose time inexorably marching on is one of life's great equalizers, but it doesn't make me any more joyful to hear about it.
Should be a Spinoza-themed post coming up.
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