Day 47f: The Discipline of all disciplines … (05/31/2019)
I flowed smoothly into the small village of Les Setoux thereafter, and stopped into Le Combalou (a local hostel) to ask for a glass of water to lubricate my Walk, only to have Chantal (co-owner of said establishment) offer me a coffee and a croissant instead* … 😀
“Love is the discipline in which each divines the more hidden (and more spiritual) True Self of the other, while refusing to believe in the more obvious, mere daily versions thereof.” ~ via William Butler Yeats
*I gently yet firmly refused the latter (even though I was quite hungry at the time), of course, and yet Chantal wasn’t the slightest bit put off by my veto of her gift — especially after I calmly explained why I had chosen to stop consuming the bodies of the innocent (and had thereby stopped causing the same to suffer) … 😉
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