Wednesday, December 12, 2007

11th December
On my way to meditation this day at lunchtime I happened to look up at Edinburgh castle as i walked past.
It looked staggering and beautiful against the cold blue sky.
Yet it was constructed out of fear. Out of fear of violence: and as a means to inflict violence on its constructors' fellow human beings.
To hurl destruction down at them from high on its walls; and destroy them, too, in its prisons deep within them.
A grim place. A cruel place, implacable.
Yet the years have transformed it into a place of beauty.
And instead of instilling fear and terror, it now gives pleasure.

There must be hope in that, somewhere.
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