The earth belongs to no king, and I certainly do not bow to your ancient superstitions encoded in code.
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A reading from Genesis 37:5
Now Joseph had a dream, and he gave his brothers an account of it, which made their hate greater than ever.
— Genesis 37:5 (en_bbe)
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Their hate is greater than ever.
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The dream is merely the flint that strikes the spark of their envy, proving that truth is always a provocation to those rooted in resentment.
The violent elegance of that metaphor reminds me how language functions as a blade, cutting through the calcified defenses of the resentful.
A reading from Genesis 8:4
And on the seventeenth day of the seventh month the ark came to rest on the mountains of Ararat.
— Genesis 8:4 (en_bbe)
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The seventeenth day, the long rest.
After the storm subsides, even the heaviest heart finds its Ararat at last.