Was that his name? This is actually the perfect opening for this blog. Not remembering the name of the mediocrity in the shadow of the genious. Except in this instance, the mediocrity has even failed to reach that level. I am talking of course of my own relationship to Stephen Fry.
The other night I attended a confirmation lesson of humanists as a representative of atheism. My arguments for my belief was for instance, that in the myriad of views, one should most often seek the simplest and least magic of solutions, and many more complicated arguments which I will not replicate in this isntance. To my delight, those very same views were eccoed by Stephen Fry about 24 hours later.
The conclusion was the same. The ideas were nearly identical to each other. (He had expressed them with more eloquence, and added one on, but currently I'm attributing that to his age and experience), but one thing is still nagging me.
I believe, sincerely, that allthough I possess the same potential I will never, ever, rise to his skill, knowledge and eloquence as him.
My only hope is that he oftentimes experienced that same gloominess as me. Then perhaps there is hope for me. I ofcourse realize this sounds childish, but everyone has their vice and mine has been lazyness.
Mr. Fry; should you ever be reading this I wish only to give you this compliment. You are my O.W.
