“Long awaited news presses against the nervous silence of worry—to know is better than to guess, to believe is more folly than friend, for the tidings of faith piques naivetés vice—belief has no boundary nor moral”
Winters are pretty hard for the wildlife here on the mountain, so we feed the turkeys and the deer—just enough to get them by. On occasion a lone turkey comes looking for whatever they can find, but when I throw out some bread, they immediately calls all their buddies—sounding their turkey food bell and in comes the rafter. They then spend their time fighting over the purported good news…”the wintery wheat and rye appears like manna on the crusted snow” I guess they just can’t help themselves. It’s natural. The biggest difference I see between turkeys and Christianity—the bread turkeys fight over actually has a health benefit—not the poisoning, cankerous imaginary bread infecting the planet. The ‘bread of life’ is to embrace willful ignorance. Whole wheat is much less circuitous and boring.