I left my home planet -- a land where intelligence leaks, wire taps, and whether your neighbors can marry matters as much as 2500 lost lives and a half-trillion dollar deficit -- and I alit in a foreign world where what counts is a story about an albino monk killer.
I visited only briefly, just long enough to read this piece on the latest battle between Hollywood and Holy See manifested in today's release of The Da Vinci Code movie. I did not care who won this war, but reflections of my own struggles glimmered through it and were focused more sharply by my distance -- a very long distance, considering I would not care if Jesus had three boys of his own and Mary Magdalene was bringing up three very lovely girls with hair of gold (the youngest one in curls). But some people do care, rabidly, and they are professional publicists and long-time mind-manipulators. My seeing how they attack the problem was, in their words, "a teaching moment."