28 days of phrase.

hunger. it is in our essence to want things. we subtly ache for food and possessions. Some of those things are nutritional in nature. The rest are sheer distraction from nutrition. In both, the human soul is hungry. it likes indirectly smoked trip-tip and fast food fries from McDonald's. I say to my soul, "what is it that you want,?" and it points to everything. Even now, i want a nap, i want to escape into a television set, and yet, i also want to restock the mental fluids with a good book - i wanna be inspired. I wanna get in shape, but i also want to eat rich foods and enjoy pleasantries. Can i safely say that to be human is to ride by the rudder of appetite, which is to be confused? How do you know what urges to follow? Whose song is that which we are humming? Is that the song of the Siren, or the Psalms?

Wisdom wakes to a world in mid conversation. It weighs the words. She analyzes intentions, and then makes a move. Not just any random saunter down any long and winding road. But she looks for beauty and bets her life on it. She knows that immediacy does not insinuate accuracy. It is not the predecessor to truth. So she follows that voice that may lead through the impoverished valley of great despair because she see's some greater benefit on the map to goodness.

We want so much stuff. What are the materials that will help us build a road to the garden of eden, past the thick thorn bushes and through the haunted forests? Though it may cost us a season or two of poverty, we set our foundations in concrete, while the world plants posts in sand. The storms come and both are destroyed. everyone is sucked dry of their wealth by the vacuum of reality. And then, as the haze lifts, finely placed bricks and mortar are ready to build on. Suddenly, the body and soul, want that… it couldn't be more clear. They want what they can feast upon, and not what spoils.