We're in an age where if you believe two truths that contradict each other, there's something wrong with you. But the only thing that's really wrong, says Les Bloch, is believing that the truth never contradicts itself.
"Gravity," Dad said, "dictates your path. Skiing straight down this mountain is the most efficient way to get down the hill. You can deviate from the top to the bottom, but you will inevitably cross the fall line until you are falling and standing at the same time. If you haven't figured it out yet," he said, his breath steamy against the blue Tahoe sky, "two things can be true at once."
In this New World, our differences are hyper-magnified, the seeming dichotomy of life never more vivid. A+B equals C. Unless it doesn't.
"I don't like shiitake mushrooms," my vegetarian daughter proclaims at dinner.
"I hate gay pride parades," my gay cousin admits.