“Yet, no matter how deeply I go down into myself, my God is dark, and like a webbing made of a hundred roots that drink in silence.”
Rainer Maria Rilke
I am going to say up front that I don’t believe this essay will be well received by everyone but, when are they ever?
If something I say here offends you then I urge and plead you to ask yourself, “why am I offended?”
Your reaction has everything to do with you, and nothing to do with me or my words on this screen.
As with most of my pieces, this has been bouncing around in my head for quite some time; I have had wonderful, deep conversations with friends about this ongoing trend I wish to address.
Having been a public figure (by that I mean writing/administrating pages and blogs on Social Media) for a little over…
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