Saturday, July 18, 2009
These spiritual windowshoppers, who idly ask, How much
is that? Oh, I'm just
looking. They handle a hundred items and put them down,
shadows with no capital.
What is spent is love and two eyes wet with weeping. But
these walk into a shop,
and their whole lives pass suddenly in that moment, in
that shop. Where did you
go? Nowhere. What did you have to eat? Nothing much.
Even if you don't know what
you want, buy something to be part of the general exchange.
Start a huge, foolish projest,
like Noah. It makes absolutely no difference what
people think of you.