Wednesday, March 11, 2015
a good liar
This morning, the summation of my long interest in spiritual life came like curative lightning:
"It made me a good liar."
No doubt about it. And within the flash, there was, for however brief a second, an honest smile. Nothing snarky or slick or "Zen" -- just a warm, hit-the-nail-on-the-head, smooth-without-wrinkles smile.
And of what use is this flashbulb of information?
Absolutely none -- seriously -- though its capacity to poison any 'shared' well is palpable and no fucking joke.
"Beyond perfection" is perfectly OK ... mess with it at your own curative peril.
What a bald-faced liar!
But is there anyone who doesn't enjoy a good smile?