Life: The Sermon
ray
::29 nov 2007 :: 12:31am
I bent low to sweep crumbs from beneath the table into the dustpan. As some of my blood reversed course and returned with expediency to my addled brain, I was struck with a notion, that my fears in this life make me very much like the servant who buries his one talent for fear of loss.
What I shall do with this notion, or even a thorough understanding of its meaning is as yet unclear. Of course, therein lies the rub, and the root.
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you wouldn't believe how many conversations i have had about fear and stress in the last several days. not that the notion gets us any farther, but its so bogus.
sigh.
by bogus, i mean bogus that we have to deal with it, not that the emotions are bogus.