At lunch on Monday, my prodigal friend described me as a "mendicant Philosopher." I had to take a minute to enjoy the poetry of the image as it filled me.
He then accused me of having taken a vow of poverty. I had to correct him, though gently.
It's more a vow of authenticity, really.
He then accused me of having taken a vow of poverty. I had to correct him, though gently.
It's more a vow of authenticity, really.
