In everyday life we escape the clutches
of formality - or like to think we do:
what is so informal as our attire,
our easy gait, conversational patter?
We’re people of the rulebook, nonetheless,
behaviour constantly constrained to type;
it’s not the case these things don’t really matter:
correctness the goal that brings us together.
Christ portrayed this in the parable of
the wedding feast, where one arrived without
a wedding garment, was signally
expelled as a monstrous anomaly.
The wedding feast dress code by all there present
assumed, the assembly dissolves into
informality; jokes, laughter, small talk
and toasts, wine flows freely, the cake is cut.
