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Friday, November 13, 2026

The Flowers of St. Francis

Competing conceptions of sanity lucidly theorize in The Flowers of St. Francis, as devout monks humbly subsist with improvised means and peaceful bearings.

Religious logic rich with signs and interpretations wildly follow, to the irritation of local farmers and the pacification of warring tyrants.

They seem to be enjoying their lives no matter the weather the hostility or the misunderstandings, content to wander with one another and boldly preach a message of peace.

Desiring little and effectively toiling to sidestep accusations of distraught idleness, they carefully reflect and modestly debate the humble teachings of their master.

To consider their way of life, it would certainly be much simpler, with far fewer worries and much less complications as you shyly put your trust in another.

Since aghast criticism in virtual service is often taken as a reward, the inherent vitriol cacophonously accompanying so much strife is smoothly deconstructed.

If there's food to eat I can no doubt live on whatever's presented, especially if it's stewed in a giant pot with tasty beans and corn and lentils.

If everyone trusts in one another and honestly takes each other's words to heart, localized disputes are peacefully minimized and sincere friendship ethereally blossoms. 

Since you are in omniscient hands it's impossible to absolutely know if your meaning is right, so it's much much easier to trust in others as they share their thoughts and opinions.

Peace resides in not trying to conquer so if you freely consider everyone's point of view, harmonious culture symbiotically simmers wholeheartedly steeped in open-minded wisdom.

Activity, peaceful actions, words and deeds tutelage exclamation, living the life and walking the walk perhaps not as difficult if surrounded by friends.

Much less strict than the religious life severely composed in Andrei Rublev, and lacking the internal jealousies enviously fraught in The Brothers Karamazov, it seems that youth as it constructively burgeons showcases a less onerous religion within, to be duplicated by interested parties should they seek to abandon the world.

And head south to warmer climes where you can even wander in February. 

Peaceful co-existence.

Tooth & nail.

Spiritual gatherings. 

Lunar eclipse.