They [the Jews of Moses' day] begin to complain. In Egypt, Freedom sounded so compelling. Now, out in the wilderness, they long for safety and security... even if it comes at the high price of slavery.
Does anyone else ever feel like "Mind" might be a synonym for "cup of suffering?" Maybe I've just had too much caffeine this morning, and this is what coming down feels like at 10am. But I'd love to open my head and give myself a rest for an hour by taking this chattering-organ out of my skull. But then, what would be left but slavery?