perverted monk

seppuku
2003-08-31 05:07:37 (UTC)

Don de Cristo

while walking along the shore today, a boy younger than
myself came splashing in from the waves and said to me "Hey
mister, can you hand me that football?" I smiled and agreed
to do so.

While walking away I began to think about what the boy
had said. Mister, as I remember using, was a title
reserved for respectable mature adults. (At least adult in
body, as minds and bodies can differ in respectable
maturity) So I began to wonder, "why would this boy, who
was only a few years younger than myself, refer to me
as 'mister'?" I thought it strange. I do not look like an
adult, act like an adult, nor think myself to be anything
resembling a mature and respectable adult. But yet this boy
still called me "mister". Therefore, he had to have seen
something in me that resembled adulthood. Now, after
meditating on the fact, it is now my job to find what it is
that he saw, harness that, and exploit it for all the
benefits it is worth.


"He was born a pauper to a pawn on a Christmas day
when the new york times said God is dead
and the war's begun
Alvin Tostin has a son today..."




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