if it hits you wrong don't take no offense

i just went for a walk on one of the prettiest country roads in my town.   there used to be homes all along here but it's a floodplain so they were torn down at some point.  i can't remember when. 

 i would love to take large sheets and hang them where the houses used to be and project images of the houses on them and have everyone in town walk along the road together in the dark to experience it.  someday, maybe. 

have i mentioned that we only have one traffic light here and it's a flashing yellow?   and did i mention i got a tick on me on my walk?  ticks suck.

as i was walking i was thinking a little bit about a passage from the grapes of wrath.  it's long but i think i'm going to copy it here for you. 

"...Anyways, I'll tell you one more thing I thought out; an' from a preacher it's the most unreligious thing, and I can't be a preacher no more because I thought it an' I believe it."

"What's that?" Joad asked.

Casey looked slyly at him.  "If it hits you wrong, don't take no offense at it, will you?"

"I don't take no offense 'cept a bust in the nose," said Joad.  "What did you figger?"

"I figgered about the Holy Sperit and the Jesus road.  I figgered, "Why do we got to hang it on God and Jesus?  'Maybe, I figgered, 'maybe it's all men and all women we love; maybe that's the Holy Sperit -the human sperit- the whole she-bang.  Maybe all men got one big soul ever'body's a part of.'  Now I sat there thinkin' it, an' all of a suddent -I knew it.  I knew it so deep down that it was true, and I still know it."