Verse 0.0.6 – The trap of your preferences
The wisest man I know, hearing the call of this Church, and my plea for help with this journey, told me of how the world conspires to kill his son.
What is your favorite food?
Later, asked again, less thought and same answer.
Continental shelves of cuisine vanish behind a choice.
We become provincial as soon as we learn to speak. Swathes of the sacred curve become unobtainable before we know they exist because we will, metaphorically, have pasta yet again, in comfort.
Our preferences become a parasite upon us.
A snake in the garden. What, pray tell, would you prefer.
The area under the sacred curve can be diminished so effortlessly.