Miracle and mystery, self-denial, public space and dog shit

A mind that preaches conception, birth and life to be a miracle holds death to be a mystery.

I have thought long and hard what to give up for lent this year and concluded that it only makes sense to give up something I tell myself I can’t live without. I can’t live without self-denial. So, I’ve given it up the better to fully experience its absence.

 

Here is a tip for putting together a jigsaw puzzle featuring a cityscape: if there is a piece showing a public space with a blank in it, somewhere in the pile there is a piece with dog shit on it and the corresponding tab.