Blah, Blah, Blah

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

Sometimes, all the talking, all the reading, all the thinking, all the theories are just so much chaff.

I want to feel at home again.

I'm reading a book about Paul for one of my courses. It is interesting to see what people who read Paul argue about, but it's feeling tiresome today. It's extraneous. I don't read Paul. Paul is not canon for Swedenborgians.

(Hey, is it called "canon" because we often use it to blast people?)

Blah, blah, blah.