SATAN’S GARAGE SALE
Once upon a time, Satan was having a garage sale. There, standing in little groups were all of his bright, shiny trinkets. There were tools that made it easy to tear others down for use as stepping stones. And there were some lenses for magnifying one’s own importance, which, if you looked through them the other way, you could also use them to belittle others, or even yourself. Against the wall was the usual assortment of gardening implements guaranteed to help your pride grow by leaps and bounds: the rake of scorn, the shovel of jealousy for digging a pit for your neighbor, the tools of gossip and backbiting, of selfishness and apathy. All of these were pleasing to the eye and came complete with fabulous promises and guarantees of prosperity. Prices, of course, were steep; but not to worry! Free credit was extended to one and all. “Take it home, use it, and you won’t have to pay until later!”…
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