yes E1B, what may one do, but with their own flame of being, be in constant vigil of uprightness, even if/when they themself would stumble and fall.
brother/friend, nearly every day i stumble, tripping upon my very fallible self, falling flat on my hopeful face.
the art of getting back up is our given will from which to do. the art, well that is me and you, and everyone else, getting the hell back up for heaven's sake.
but, in being the understanding fool, embarassment becomes great self-humor.
me thinks without a doubt, i will surely make a fool of me lil ole pin head self before this day is done. so i graciously and understandingly smile now, knowing this damnable truth of my otherwise merciful self.
tim
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