Saturday, May 05, 2007

There are people who, if you take them to a rosebush, will count the thorns. First they will count thorns-- roses don't matter, what matters is thorns-- and then, when their fingers are bloody and hurting they become so angry, and their eyes become so antagonistic towards the rosebush, that it becomes impossible to see the roses.
At The Feet of The Master.

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