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It's In the Bag

He claimed he had no faith They “begged to differ” Quoting all manner of …. He sat one day musing Wrestling the conundrum Of “faith or no faith” An old woman sat On an adjacent bench Crinkling a brown paper bag They came…. Pigeons, squirrels, a chipmunk Gathering around her “Why do they come” he asked “Because they have faith” She replied “Faith in what? You?” “No, not in me” “They have faith in the bag” “If I come without the bag they do not gather” “their faith is not in me.” “Their faith is what draws them to the crinkling bag” “and that faith believes in the contents of the bag” “and that faith Is based solely on their experience” John G. Lawless ©6/2/2023

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Date: 6/5/2023 7:36:00 PM
And they call it 'conditioning' in psycho-babble, I guess.
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