It is possible this was supposed to be here but I confuse easily between my various writing projects, including the ones that I am not doing publicly, so . . . Offered here, just in case.
I wrote it a couple weekends ago when I was half-assedly listening to kirtan and somehow ended up reading the psalms and got that feeling one gets from time to time when reading the bible - where the fuck has this been all my life?
The intensity has since receded but the point stands. The psalmists were doing familiar work; they were trying to reach us; we gain nothing - and possibly lose a great deal - by pretending otherwise.
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