Thursday, August 8, 2013

preacher

There are forms of thinking that build, and that break down.  Ecclesiastes, or a mindset in Qohelet's vein, can pour acid that will dissolve anything.  The value of love itself?  Thought of that kind pours on, sizzles, and it is seen as conditional, the faulty, then treacherous, then futile and then - pop - nil.

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