01 February 2009


It's Sunday morning, just past 7, and I am about to engage the sermon/serpent that is my weekly laocoon.

I thought it out on Wednesday, as you know. I wrote it out on Saturday, and this morning it looks really lame. No, not lame, but dull. The spark is there but hidden, but how to reveal it?

At some point, you (meaning the preacher) have to give it all over (to God, luck, Zeus, Ishtar, the people) because there is an element of offering in every sermon. And it could be rejected, absolutely.

it is not even dawn and my pulse is racing. I suppose that's a good thing, but only my cardiologist knows for sure.

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