Beast of burden

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In regard to places where everything human breaks down into death, you know the places I mean. I have often been there, way too often, maybe you too. I have often stepped into those places, and they are not sinks of despair as they are said to be but breeding grounds of new faith. This faith new minted, and even tasting of mint, leaps out of the vacuum like a virtual particle. Faith turns out to be growing where nothing else can.

And the beast of burden who takes me to that place... that carrier is never the soul, it is always the poor despised body that knows the way to that place.

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