Pride, Fig Leaves, and the Second Law of Thermodynamics
Something in us keeps reaching, grasping, trying to be more than we are — and then covering up when it all unravels. The story isn’t just ancient; it’s familiar. Pride, shame, blame — they still echo in us. We sense the gap between what is and what should be. And naming that fracture, honestly, might be the first step toward something like healing.
Let Me Start with the Hard Things (And Yet)
It wasn’t easy to say the words, but it was even crazier to hear them.
My eyes locked on hers when she said them, sure and clear, like the most normal thing in the world. If I could pull each word apart, string it together like the most dangerous lasso, my neck could go right there, the rope threads just where they needed to be. “We’ve all had abortions,” she said. “We’ve all messed up.”