Sunday:2

Something that kept me going at a random chapel: an old woman- barely able to see- singing (off by heart) the words to ‘O for a 1000 tongues to sing’. She had lost so much but she had more joy than I did.
Often you can see the real ‘truth’ of any philosophy/way of being most clearly in the faces of the aging and the dying.
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