Friday, March 18, 2011
Sunday, March 06, 2011
6 March 2011
I never have understood this brand of non-conformity,
everyone building their own unique
from homologous blocks of vaguely varying hues;
differing degrees of sameness. The very pretty
people somnambulate to and fro scrutinizing;
assimilating bits of cleverly pieced cotton and ramie;
making their resulting congruence
a little less distinctive, a little more
just like everyone else.
"For if you forgive men their trespasses, your heavenly Father will also forgive you. But if you do not forgive men their trespasses, neither will your Father forgive your trespasses."
"Do not lay up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy and where thieves break in and steal; but lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroys and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also."