Towards a Working Class Bible
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Nature promised man little. Many working poor rage against God for their
place. The water is too deep, so we drift through life. A little more wind
for the...
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Were I lucky enough to be one of these, I believe I should at times be tempted to care only about myself.
Until, that is, I took a peek at my equally lovely neighbor, and then all my care might well be redirected.
(Does beauty love beauty as much as we love beauty, or is it too beautiful to be bothered? I have more than once wondered about this, in more than one context.)
I don't know about beauty, but I remember my mother telling us just to smell the daffodils. A lot of beautiful things are poisonous, she liked to say.
The tiniest sip of the sap that weeps from a cut stem would send any foolishly thirsty taster away in a hurry.
Bitter!
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