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February 07, 2009
Various unsuccessful conversations
I said to the breeze, 'You should be harsh on the face, and lash it, like the bitter-cold North wind.'
But the breeze said, 'I will be gentle with the face, and make the people chuckle with hope.'
I said to the silk, 'You should be harsh on the skin, rubbing sore, like sand paper.'
But the silk said, I will be gentle with the skin, and make people go 'ooh!' and 'aah!'.
I said to the fire, 'You should roar and rage, like a terible inferno, and make people scream.'
But the fire said, 'I will be gentle with people; flickering light in the dark; orange embers friendly in the cold.'
I said to God, 'Get your fucking act together! Destroy the bad, knock them down, for you are more raging than the sun and smashing crashing waves.'
But God said, 'I will be gentle, always gentle, and bring people to life with a glimpse, a slip, a tug, a hug and a whisper. And I will start with you...
Posted by Mr Bojangles at February 7, 2009 10:31 AM