Thought for today:
“When I was a child, I always hated being used in my father's sermons, shrunk to a symbol to illustrate some larger lesson,
flattened out to give other people comfort or instruction or even a laugh. It
did some violence to my third dimension; it made it difficult for me to
breathe. 'That's not me,' I would think, listening to some fable where a stick
figure of myself moved automatically toward a punishing moral. 'That has
nothing to do with me at all.' If I had a soul, I thought, it was that
resistance, which would never let another human being have the last word on
me.”
Patricia Lockwood, Priestdaddy:
A Memoir.
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