Once I said to a scarecrow, “You must be tired of standing in this lonely field.”
And he said, “The joy of scaring is a deep and lasting one, and I never tire of it.”
Said I, after a minute of thought, “It is true; for I too have known that joy.”
Said he, “Only those who are stuffed with straw can know it.”
Then I left him, not knowing whether he had complimented or belittled me. A year passed, during which the scarecrow turned philosopher. And when I passed by him again I saw
Khalil Gibran. The Madman (Kindle Locations 41-45).
I like the simplicity of this thought and how deep it is.
I also was watching Everything Must Go a good portrayal of our lives in this place between sorrows and joy. Where God smashes the boxes those whose lust are not in him. He loves us enough to shape us into his likeness. We grow from our pain. Pain is part of the process. We are shaped. God stand stills.