What is it that pains me? That keeps me from the union I seek when I shrine? When I pray? When I aspire?
My need to be right. To be valued. To be respected. Basic desires? Of course. And when they are inverted, can I bow my head into the earth that birthed me and carry on? Can I let go of the structure of my internal shrine, my concepts of divinity? When someone kicks it over? Spits in it? Pisses in the offering bowl? Can I not need to be right, to be valued, to be respected? I offer my righteousness. And my spit.