After “eating” at the wrong table (fulfilling Godly needs with unGoldly “food”) I felt inspired to write this. I kind of imagined the feeling of being alone and in a new and different environment instead of an old familiar but stale one. Last night we watched an old episode of the TV program “MacGyver” where he dressed up as a homeless man. I thought that a homeless person’s favourite coat would be like eating at the old familiar table, instead of at the new, better, but unknown one.
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