This is the only piece of Scripture I’ve bothered to memorize. I’m not sure if there will be another, though I’ve toyed with the idea of reading the Bible in 2019 (a year I’m setting aside for “bigger” works of fiction).
Anyway. “And when you pray, do not be like the hypocrites, for they love to pray standing in the synagogues and on the street corners to be seen by others. Truly I tell you, they have received their reward in full.”
You are your thoughts, your words, your exchanges, your glances, your mirrored idiosyncrasies, your haphazard lollygagging, your mindless tyrannies, your aching heart, your brutish nostalgias, your seasick futures; you are me, and I am you. The point of all of this isn’t to be seen, it is simply to practice quietly and, perhaps most importantly, to listen to everything that feeds your head. Then let it be.