I think of this earthly body as a sword scabbard. Over time, the scabbard gets beat up, knocked around, scratched, soiled, weathered and damaged by any number of harmful occurrences, but when the hand that owns the sword, which is the spirit, draws it forth, it is unblemished, shiny and sharp ready to do the work of the Master's hand.
---William Fortner 2010---
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