Letter to the Daily Blog
"Yes Virginia, there is a Satan Claus" updated
LETTER TO THE DAILY BLOG
"DEAR DAILY BLOG: I am 65 years old.
"Some of my little study circle friends say there is no future in the Labour Party
"Someone told me, 'If you see it in THE DAILY BLOG it's so.'
"Please tell me the truth; is there any future in the Labour Party?
"15 Holloway road, Wellington
Don, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Don, whether they be marxist or leninists, are little. In this great universe of ours man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect, as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge.
Yes,Don, there is a future in the Labour Party. It exists as certainly as the economy exists, and you know when that it going ok it abounds and gives some people's lives its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no faith in the Labour Party. It would be as dreary as if there were no Dons, proably drearier. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The eternal light with which political spin fills the world would be extinguished.
Not believe in the Labour Party! You might as well not believe in fairies! You might get your papa to hire men to watch in all the chimneys on Christmas Eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if they did not see Santa Claus coming down, what would that prove? Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no sign that there is no Santa Claus. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that's no proof that Labour is a bad bet. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world.
You may tear apart the baby's rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived, could tear apart. Only faith, fancy, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, Don, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding.
No future in the Labour party! Thank God! it lives, and will live forever. A thousand years from now,Don, nay, ten times ten thousand years from now,it will continue to make raise hopes for those who cannot bear to leave hold of their illusions.