My mind

This. And this. And this.

Interesting. I have to hold these at bay ALL THE TIME when I start talking and thinking too much.

I feel like I can't really write. Or think. Or speak. Or feel. Yet I presume to teach sometimes.

When is humility just crushing self defeat? When is pride just quiet confidence?

Ah. Who can deliver me from this body of death indeed.

It really is You.