I post this kind of piece once in a while lest we forget the hornets’ nest of corruption that infects the body politic. Can we shift the situation? That depends. The shift starts within. Where, in each of us, does corruption fester? What lies do I tell myself? Where am I two-faced? What remains to be rota-rooted out of my own heart as so yucky that I flinch to remember it?
soundofheart.org via Rose.
