For most of my life the word "mine" was important, and what a fine and magical word it seemed to be. Signifying something I could cherish and control. But now I know that life is really a lending library, and everything I thought was mine is really on loan. God's the librarian and keeps the due date a sercret.
This was on the wall at work, written by someone who came to the library often, I imagine... thoughts to ponder.
1 comment:
If the due date's a secret, life is more like a video store than a library ;-) Good metaphor, though, but I *could* be a wee bit biased...
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