Why do we watch the same films time after time? You know the script, have the DVD, maybe the T-shirt if its a franchise, yet will still watch a multiple times watched movie if it is showing on TV. And laugh at the same funny scenes again (“That’s a really good ski mask!”) or shiver with excitement at the upcoming murder (“This is the bit where Fredo sleeps with the fishes).
Music. We’ll listen to the same old songs and tunes and hymns and instrumentals over and over. Honestly, I’m sick of that Robert Wagner Ring Cycle and would love to hurl those discs at Babe Ruth (if he were living, don’t know any other baseballers) for him to SWAT those clay pigeons all the way to Valhalla.
Then there’s books. Some of us will read a favourite book many times and salivate over certain quotes and passages – “Old Marsalla, he damn near blew the roof off.”, the map-quaking 30,000 word speech about the meta-ethical failings of altruism. Familiarity does not breed contempt, it fathers/mothers/adopters safeness. We’ll play it safe with the known and steer clear off Rumsfeldian unknowns. Its a big, bad universe out there.
No doubt, this blog will be read and re-read and read once more by Charioteers until Kingdom Come. Quite right. Play it safe.