Adoro te devote, latens Deitas, quae sub his figuris vere latitas: tibi se cor meum totum subjicit, quia te contemplans totum deficit.
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Godhead here in hiding, whom I do adore,
Masked by these bare shadows, shape and nothing more,
See, Lord, at thy service low lies here a heart,
Lost, all lost in wonder at the God thou art.
It's still there, unclaimed. It weathered the first storm well (pardon the pun) and so far has not been released by the currently rushing winds. Is there a metaphor for my life there in that mysterious bread crust?
Adoro: Thanks for the update! I threw some bread out before the storm for my squirrel buddy. Let's see if he holds true to form and leaves some for me by my side door.
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Adoro: Thanks for the update! I threw some bread out before the storm for my squirrel buddy. Let's see if he holds true to form and leaves some for me by my side door.
Oh, you may be crusty but you will hold fast too!
Oh, no you DIDN'T! You did NOT just call me "crusty" did you?
ROFL!
I did. Sue me.
Got ya laughin'-that's a good thing!
What can I say? I am LEVITICUS, KEEPER OF THE BREADCRUST!
Yes, you are!
Now, go do your homework!
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