Emotion: the Hinderance of the Soul
When an intellectual conversation dissolves into a self-loathing proclamation…
When an intellectual conversation dissolves into a self-loathing proclamation…
The sense of hearing
beckons
the curiosity of the soul.
“The closest approximation to truth
is found usually
in the mean of extreme views.”
“Chaplain Bob smiled as he handed me a ten dollar bill from his wallet.”
His name is Chaplain Bob Miller. I cold-called him, asking for help one day. When he returned my call, he was driving back from the airport with his wife; they had just arrived home from Cuba.
Bob was warm and inviting. He understood my situation. He had a lot on his plate at the time, but he took a couple of moments to meet with me and briefly listen to my quandary. Little did he know,
“I’m giving you the last bit of cash I have.”
His name is Chaplin Bob Miller. I cold-called him, asking for help one day. When he returned my call, he was driving back from the airport with his wife; they had just arrived home from Cuba.
Bob was warm and inviting. He understood my situation. He had a lot on his plate at the time, but he took a couple of moments to meet with me and briefly listen to my quandary. Little did he know, I hadn’t told him
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