Cassandra’s Tears

Tears of joy, tears of pain, we are reflected in the salt-water pools we create. So let us build a fleet of paper boats and sail them on our ocean of indecision, laughing at the wind-whipped white-crested waves that would wash over us, drowning us in our own despair, yet somehow never vanquishing us in the end.

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Thursday, July 15, 2010

Burnt Offerings

When I stopped eating meat, I had no regrets, and still do not. But every so often, of a summer afternoon when my neighbours are barbecuing steaks or burgers, the smell of charred flesh reaches my nostrils and I inhale the sweet smell of the burnt offering as Abraham’s god must have done, savouring the aromas without ever actually tasting a morsel. I will not eat meat anymore, but I still salivate when I smell it cooking. It is a strange thing, this self denial, this knowledge that what I do is right, knowing that I am not tempted, that the taste of a well-done piece of beef will not seduce me; but the aroma is heavenly. I cannot resist the urge to inhale, to take in the particles that drift on the afternoon breeze from my neighbour’s yard to mine.

1 Comments:

Blogger Etienne D. said...

Had Cain made an offering of seitan, I bet the Torah would be very different.

7/16/2010 4:48 PM  

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