Sometimes, when we lose ourselves in fear and despair, in routine and constancy, in hopelessness and tragedy, we can thank God for Bavarian sugar cookies.
And, fortunately, when there aren’t any cookies, we can still find reassurance in a familiar hand on our skin, or a kind and loving gesture, or subtle encouragement, or a loving embrace, or an offer of comfort, not to mention hospital gurneys and nose plugs, an uneaten Danish, soft-spoken secrets, and Fender Stratocasters, and maybe the occasional piece of fiction.
And we must remember that all these things, the nuances, the anomalies, the subtleties, which we assume only accessorize our days, are effective for a much larger and nobler cause. They are here to save our lives. I know the idea seems strange, but I also know that it just so happens to be true.
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that’s a really cool monologue (even more so cuz it was said in a brit acccent).. now i totally forgot how he got into the hospital now
i thank God for my fender stratocaster!
Cool post. I wonder what the “Bavarian sugar cookies” are for me… Cool air, cute old people holding hands when they walk, the ridiculously provincial comedy of the show Reba, the pompus comedy of the show Frasier, a call from a friend, Christmas graphics like cartoon characters dressed in santa outfits, I know I have more… maybe I’ll start keeping a list.