I set out the evidence, bring testimony, call witnesses. I argue with passion; I point out the obvious and emphasize the subtle. I begin with my goal in mind, and I build my case perfectly, till the points leave only one truth.
You see, I conclude, eyes sharp, heart dull, You see how I am far too set in my ways, why I am unfit for another set of chances.
Across the room, He smiles, mouth gentle, eyes brimming over with love.
Ahh, My child. He shakes His head. If only you fought evil as hard as you fight being loved . . .
oh! i've had so many conversations like this.
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Thank you.
ReplyDeletewhy does the "knowledge of good and evil" only translate into "mistrust"? Or is it that the mistrust translated into the "knowledge of good and evil?" I wish I knew.
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