Blood drop in a big bucket
Monday, June 2nd, 2008Years of nonsense carrying water in Big glass jars—good water none the less—Mountain Valley Spring Water from Hot Springs Arkansas—from the depths of the earth—old water I was told—3500 years old since it was rain—this I believed—here was my faith. I bought the water and carried the water and sold the water for money. Each transaction was a link in a chain of faith. An ideal that was as easy to accept as water rolling off a duck’s ass for some. And as difficult for others to comprehend as a world where might isn’t necessarily right or god is just another idea.