There is a mistress ever lurking at my soul’s door and I can always
feel the lure of her seductiveness as the door is always cracked. I do not know who keeps the door cracked,
God, to show me my vulnerability, me, out of vanity or the evil one as an
ongoing enticement. Whatever the case
the good news is that as of now I remain aware of her and her role as a
seductress. Her name? Art.
I believe C. S. Lewis wrote, ‘evil is never a manifestation of
itself but rather a falling away of something good,’ normally very, very good.
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