Saturday, March 22, 2014

Dogs and saints . . . and love

March 22, 2009
Four propositions (Desipientiae)[1]

1. The dog watches the garbage truck  from the upstairs bedroom through a slit in the plantation shutters  the gray men, the sound of metal dragged along the pavement and garbage dumped into the hopper. The hopper whines and grinds. A slight hiss as the brakes release. The truck inches away then begins to drift, coasting now, around the bend in the road. The dog lies down.
2. “Had there not been any illnesses in the world, there could not have been any saints, for until now there has not been a single healthy one.”  Emile Cioran
3. Yesterday: narrow, dressed black, and a black backpack, walking toward town along the littered shoulder of Veterans Highway. He looked confused; there was a disjointed hesitation in his step as if he had an artificial leg.
4. Discretion is the better part of valor, but not as love is the better part of wisdom.


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[1] Follies.

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