Every little movement has a meaning all its own.
Except when it doesn’t.
Where there’s a will, there’s a way.
Except when there isn’t.
Everything will turn out all right in the end.
Except when it won’t.
It’s always darkest just before the dawn.
Except when the day is even darker.
While the earth remaineth, seedtime and harvest, and cold and heat, and summer and winter, and day and night shall not cease. (Genesis 8:22)
Strangely comforting, yet there is that unsettling subordinate clause at the beginning that clearly implies that should the day ever come when the earth no longer “remaineth,” the rest of the sentence will be inoperative.
Exercise, exercise, watch me do my exercise. Up, down, up, down. One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four.
All right, now the other eye.
The Lord smelled the soothing aroma of fresh brewed Starbucks coffee and the Lord said to Himself, "I will never again curse the ground coffee on account of man, for the intent of man's heart is evil from his youth" and then he read The New York Times as he shuffled off to the park to feed some pigeons.
ReplyDeleteYorkshire Pudding, if I may quote from Little Red Riding Hood, "What an interesting theology you have, Grandma!"
ReplyDeleteChao, chaos all is chaos. Except when it isn't.
ReplyDeleteI love how this post woke my mind up this morning! There's just nothing like some thought-provoking contradictions to start the day!
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