Confessions of a tall girl

Sunday, December 18, 2005

A lot of nothing

OK, I'm going to try really hard to say something important. It's going to be tough because I'm used to filling lines with distracting intelligent sounding side issues that will bide me some time or if I'm really lucky a passing grade. I'm not at all saying that I have been trained to do this, school didn't train me that B.S.ing essay questions is the preferred alternative to spending too much time studying and not enough time doing other things. But it's sort of like gun laws or marijuana, legal, illegal, desperation finds a way. Really its only like that last part, desperation finds a way. So having been accustomed to saying a lot of nothing, you can already see tha I've become a disciple. Maybe what I really want is for you to meet me today before I tell you what it is I really want you to know. If I just said it with nothing else you wouldn't listen. Is this because you are accustomed to sifting through nothing like I am accustomed to writing nothing? That is beside the point and the point, I'm afriad, is the same every time with me and I'm beginning to suspect that the point is always the same with most people. Odd that I spend my life trying to say it differently each time. Profane it would be to strip it down and reduce it to a single liturgy written on stone. We would read it and we could turn the light off and go home but the problem is we can't go home. All we can do is go and search for Someone who has hid Himself like a treasure miles underground.

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