I have a client, he wrote a book.
Gave me a copy to have a look .
I liked this fellow, it must be said
But my attitude was tarnished, by the scene I read..
I know it's just fiction, a work of art
Where does it come from?
I think the heart.
The author is on full display
Like it or not
It's them on the page.
Books
I take care
They have their agenda, enticing us where?
The heart it calls
To you and me
It is desperately wicked
Can you see?
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On a cognitive stand point: “who can know it?” referring to the desperately wicked heart, requires divine understanding, and from the older English “to know,” could refer to everyone experiencing this desperate wickedness. Either way, a powerful reflection and meditation… from out of the heart the mouth speaks/writes/issues forth. Timely warning as well.
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To[ some wicked and to others devine. The workings of the heart known only to it itself and even there it may deceive itself. Thought provoking and wonderfully said.
So true-"for what man knoweth the things of man, save the spirit of man which is in him?
What was the book about? Or is there even a book in finite or is it figurative?
Surely wicked like beauty is in the eye of the beholder, or at least the victim, or any of those who sympathise with him or indeed her
Who knows? There not my words but I get your point.
A thought provoking read. When the heart chooses, how can it be wicked? Maybe to some, but not to me. An interesting reflection I will ponder on further. Enjoyed reading you.
Excellent write
Fiction is a strange animal. It can provide a greater truth, inaccessible any other way. But it can also manufacture its own reality not subject to interrogation in the way so called factual non fiction can. Still provides argument and opinion though....can you see where I'm going with this? I don't want to provide three lengthy paragraphs to..........
I personally prefer fact to fiction, but fiction might provide its own truth in an abstract way.
Truth is open to interrogation, fiction thinks it is not, but it is.
My point was that through his novel I saw my friend in a new light.
"The good person out of the goodtreasure of his heart produces good, and the evil person out of his evil treasure produces evil, for out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks (or writes, I am suggesting).
Man, I can go on!
Cheers mate. Have a good Christmas.
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