The people who make no widgets,
sell nothing edible, bake, weave and hammer
nothing, but make instead their living off the
moralizing and condemnations of others' souls
are reflecting mirror images of their own souls
in their own self-contempt while presumptously
speaking as false prophets for the Lord,
as the Lord alone sees the hearts
and souls of their neighbor and the Lord
alone is their judge. They are thus cautioned
to look at the log in their own eyes obscuring the
splinters in their neighbors and told expressly
not to judge as the Lord is the great Judge who sees
everything while they see only the mirror
and dimly at that.
The Lord didn't die and give them his job.
I have found that the louder the
condemnations of these petty moralists, the louder their obvious
self-loathing screams from the awareness of the horrors
of their own depravities. They are neither knowledgeable
nor qualified to speak about a soul they have never met
nor truly seen.
The Valley Bard.
Tend to your own garden
and do not pull up the turnips next door
as food grabbed from the stolen fruits of your neighbor
will rot in your gut bitterly sour evermore.
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