Its vines and tendrils seem as delicate and powerful as a strand of spider web glistening with morning dew.
One of the hardest habits to dissolve is the longing to have others agree.
Love me, love my beliefs. Love my politics. Agree with my positions. Appreciate my gods. Understand my anger and joy and ... on and on.
If you didn't agree, who would I be?
But that question opens the door: If you did agree, who would I be?
The need for agreement comes in so many packages and potions.
You have to admit you've accomplished something when you can give a spider a run for its money.
I'll expect your agreement forthwith! :)
Absolutely old son, got your back here.ReplyDelete