Friday, May 22, 2015

Spiritual Terms Defined: Realization

The peacock is trying to cross the road.  3 times now he’s charged into the street, lost his nerve, turned around and run back.  I do the same thing.  The people who say I’ll get killed this way are probably right.  I hate to watch the peacock, but I can’t look away.  Every attempt seems certain to be a gruesome tragedy, albeit one gaily decorated with fresh blood and peacock feathers.  

After 3 mad dashes and 3 terrified retreats amid blaring horns and swerving cars, after scaring the crap out of himself, assorted motorists and myself, I see a lightbulb turn on above the peacock’s head and he’s like, oh yeah, I can fly.

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