So much darkness. So much stumbling around. All leading to the same outcome.
No matter how sophisticated the look is in the stumbling, it’s still stumbling. No matter how brave and heroic, daring and dashing the stumbling, it’s still stumbling. It becomes the definition of existence, how well you do with the stumbling. Some get by thinking it is wiser not to make much movement so as to reduce the likelihood of stumbling. Keeping still, though, doesn’t appear to be an option. Others are moving, so it’s the done thing to keep moving even if you don’t know where you’re going and in the confusion there is more of the stumbling.
If only there was a way to avoid the stumbling. If only there was some way to get some light on the matter.
For His Name’s Sake
Shalom
C. L. J. Dryden
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