Friday, April 15, 2005


A saint, one of the Borgias amazingly (just two generations from the corrupt Borgia popes) once converted from a dissolute lifestyle in an unusual way. He was in a funeral procession for a beautiful woman who'd died, the most beautiful woman in his town, and it happened that an accident dislodged the casket and the body, now partially corrupted, came forth. He was so stunned by this graphic display of how temporary our our beauty is that he gave his life to spiritual pursuits.

I also find it spiritually profitable (if not as profitable as our saint whose name escapes me did) to think on the corruptibility of our flesh. I recently saw an actress who I had a tremendous crush on, the one who played Daisy Duke on the "Dukes of Hazzard", and she looks different now. Very different. Age is a cruel thing but it really reminded me how meaningless looks are. We're all scarcely separated from being bones.

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