Perhaps it is natural for the god of the poor to be akin to the god of the dead, for there is something about poverty that smells of death
People can be slave-ships in shoes.
It seems to me that trying to live without friends is like milking a bear to get cream for your morning coffee. It is a whole lot of trouble, and then not worth much after you get it.
Sweat, sweat, sweat! Work and sweat, cry and sweat, pray and sweat!
There is something about poverty that smells like death.
Nothing that God ever made is the same thing to more than one person. That is natural.
