How could one be so dispassionate toward the things of God? Are we a bludgeon to an anthology of all things good? Are we but islands on a dark blue sea, swept away by hypocrisy? For we frolick happily by the suffering of widows and orphans if they don’t dress and speak in our fashions. What is our twisted rations? Down we look upon the uneducated as if they were but vermin. Lo, it remains we who need to continue learnin’. My prayer is as follows: O Lord, let us not grow weary in well doing upon vain shells. Let us give  time to our fellow man, no matter how horrid he smells. 

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