Saturday, April 24, 2004

I was at a bookstore and ran across a collection of thoughts and reflections by none other than the Mother (whose mother, I wonder?) Teresa. I had to read it, of course. What a joke. It basically confirms all of Nietzsche's critique of slave morality and the weak in you. And what vapid expressions. I swear her writings had the depth of such statement: "birds fly, and where are my keys". She of course has tons of stuff that urge the poor to accept their misery and poverty.