I wanted to say the soul is meant for labor. But it’s not quite that. Maybe we can just try the words in another way. A mild effort, in and of itself. Perhaps the word is better as work. But it seems to me to be something other than that, as well. Something not seeming…
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 6.18.17
It is not Sunday morning. That’s right. It is now Monday afternoon. I strive for punctuality. My history has proven otherwise. No point getting all bent out of shape. However, this does not mean that I wasted a Sunday morning. Far from the case.
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 6.11.17
It’s alright. I understand. I do it too. What is now hours upon hours spent flipping through the compartmentalized lives of hundreds of folks. Hunched over a pocket-sized glow. Whatever they choose to share. And whatever I choose to witness. Less than a moment spent on each. No longer knowing what it is that hope…
The Veracious Facade 