Standing in Phaedrus

20 Dec 2022, Tues.

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You dark horse, burrowed in my senses and rationed in my will, how long must you buck and kick, demanding your dues? The stallion, one whose strength rivals your own, loses control of the chariot time and time again because of your folly and your unrelenting recklessness. Perhaps if you are starved, deprived of your refined wheat and stripped of the stable I keep for you, then might you leave my sight.

It is now clearer to me than the dawn of a new horizon: no matter the care, discipline, and control I wield to the stallion that challenges you, your arrogance will still cause my chariot cart to swerve on its wheels, drifting dangerously to the dark ditch on the side of the straight and narrow path I navigate with prudence. Should I cut your cord loose from the bridle, maybe then I, with my lone stallion, can continue on my way to paradise.

The key, however, is finding the right tool to sever this iron-braided cord...

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-JDH