Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee, part 41 – When Logic Dies
It had been quite a week. I had wrested with the challenge that John had thrown down: the nature of the golden-antlered doe in the Heracles story. He had hinted that it was symbolic of something that underwent a transformation in the human being; something that was a key attribute, an ability that developed as an extraordinary kind of skill at a certain point of the spiritual path.
I entered the cafe. Once more he was was there before me, folding a large sheet of paper into complex pattern of triangles. Beside him on the table was one he had finished earlier, which appeared to have six pointy legs holding it upright, in a stance that looked quite formidable, as two of the six were pointed up at me.
“Morning, Alexandra,” he said, without taking his concentration from…
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