Monday, September 10, 2012

the favorite spiritual pub

Sometimes I think spiritual endeavor is a little like a night out at anyone's favorite pub.

The place is brimming with noise and gaity and dancing and and pick-up lines and laughter and poignant tears and occasional fist fights. Some get drunk as skunks. Some just get a pleasant buzz, a loosening of the after-work joints.

Some stay late, some go home early. But most have enough common sense to go home at some point.

And there's no point in complaining about the next day's hangover.

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