Wednesday, September 21, 2005

A woven tapestry

As the world surprises me more, I also learn to become less surprised. This passage of time flows like a falsehood, as orchestrated events pass for meaning.

I came across an amusing story today: in 1980 Saddam Hussein was presented with the Keys to the City of Detroit, as an honourary blessing.

The tapestry that is woven around us is as a game. We play it at our peril.

Let us not become embroiled in deceit. Be true to thyself, and none shall say otherwise.

1 comment:

Theresa said...

Try living here and knowing that.