It is wide open. The sword is taken away, but we do not know it:
we are off 'one to his farm and the other to his merchandise.'
Lights on. Clocks ticking. Thermostats working. Stoves cooking.
Electric shavers filling radios with static.
"Wisdom," cries the dawn deacon, but we do not attend."
- Thomas Merton
Conjectures of a Guilty Bystander
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