O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek
to be consoled as to console,
to be understood as to understand,
to be loved, as to love.
St. Francis of Assissi
Notice how they all have a giggle as she describes one of her little witch recipes. “Oh those little country rubes…they are too ignorant to understand my poetry!” She’s talking about cabbage. Why not explain those dipping their spoons into the stuff a corpse is swimming in and eating it? I don’t care if it’s actually red Jell-o…that is not normal. Or explain the figure of a small child covered in blood and cowering in the corner? Explain to the “ignorant” public how that is art? That woman is a psychopath and I’m glad something is finally being done to rein her in.
O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek
to be consoled as to console,
to be understood as to understand,
to be loved, as to love.
St. Francis of Assissi