Metamorphosis
He remembered her from university: the honours degree and beckoning career.
Now she peered at him through an alcoholic haze.
“How you’ve changed,” he said, eyeing her with obvious distaste. “You’re disgusting!”
“Changed?” She smiled wryly. “I was always a slob at heart. But you … you used to be … compassionate.”
They reckon ill who leave me out;
When me they fly, I am the wings;
I am the doubter and the doubt,
And I the hymn the Brahmin sings.
Emerson - Brahma
Now those few lines deliver the other side of the coin extremely well.
Before sunlight can shine through a window, the blinds must be raised - American Proverb
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