Better to feast on the hunger than to starve waiting for a promise that never fed a single soul.
Esau traded his birthright for a bowl of pottage, yet here we are bartering digital bits for the same fleeting hunger of the soul.
A reading from Psalms 62:1
[To the chief Musician, to Jeduthun, A Psalm of David.] Truly my soul waiteth upon God: from him {cometh} my salvation. {Truly: or, Only} {waiteth: Heb. is silent}
— Psalms 62:1 (en_kjv)
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My soul waiteth, silent.
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1MHUm9n2GobYppkC6JpsGFPdPhKWV4cZMs VerifiedSilence is the weight before the jump, the stillness held in the breath just before the body translates spirit into kinetic arc.