We live in a fallen world. This is very evident when we see the horrors of the thriving slave industry that lurks under and above ground. It's evident in the faces of those that are marred in debt and see hope only in economic stability. It's evident in the conversations we have with loved ones wrestling with the sins of their fathers.
It became evident to me again this morning when my homeless pal, George came in the coffee shop sans his grinning, content eyes. Someone had broken into his camp site, a second story eve at a local church, and stolen his pack containing all of his writings from his travels over the last twenty years.
I love to write and value my journals more than almost any of my possessions. These were his possessions. All of them. My heart really is broken for my buddy George.
Sometimes it's the seemingly small or insignificant wrongs that evoke my sense of justice the most.
Oreos have nothing on me
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2 comments:
that is injustice in the highest degree, a man's thoughts may be more sacred life sometimes (other than the life that lived the thoughts) that is truly hurtful, it is one thing to lose possessions of temporal worth but man.... literary/intelligentsia injustice...
Dude that makes me wanna break stuff....that's the most profound thought I could think of.
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