Scaffolding is used in a way that is not permanent. It is made to come apart and start all over again, to be reused in an entirely new way, but more the less the same way. It is like a man who creates his life just so, with single boards constructing a path from one aspect of his life to another. It is made to be temporary.
I ask myself, which is a better way to build my life? With the scaffolding or with the thing scaffolding is made of--the thing the building being built is made of, and the thing the sky the scaffolding raises up into is made of? Which is permanent?
The confidence of a life made with scaffolding is limited. It is not very transportable. It requires a lot of help to deconstruct and reconstruct. It can fall apart in a strong breeze. It sways and can be an eyesore to those who pay attention.
Confidence built out of everything, from the scaffolding to the grime on over-used scaffolding to the birds that rest on scaffolding on a rainy afternoon, moves like the planets around the sun. Easy and right.
Can, and will, I feel it in my heart when I am building scaffolding? Can confidence melt into everlasting purity?
The confidence of a life made with scaffolding is limited. It is not very transportable. It requires a lot of help to deconstruct and reconstruct. It can fall apart in a strong breeze. It sways and can be an eyesore to those who pay attention.
Confidence built out of everything, from the scaffolding to the grime on over-used scaffolding to the birds that rest on scaffolding on a rainy afternoon, moves like the planets around the sun. Easy and right.
Can, and will, I feel it in my heart when I am building scaffolding? Can confidence melt into everlasting purity?
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