A brief dialogue between a wino and a policeman

WINO: There is a certain copse in Egypt that still has the bones of hermits, the early ones, before Constantine, and you can visit them every once in a while if the government is at peace. You can go there—and it isn’t so hot all year around—and you can sit on the stones where the hermits sat and starved themselves. Imagine that: being born ignorant in an ignorant land where all scholarship concerned war and the afterlife and self-deprivation, and most people yearned for death. Only from that sort of place do you get the genesis of a religious system, from that original sense that it is not a good thing to be a part of the world.

POLICEMAN: What the fuck are you talking about? You have to get out of here, this is private property.

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~ by Jeremy on June 23, 2013.

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