Late and starting to rain, it is time to go home. We have wandered long enough in empty buildings. I know it is tempting to stay and meet those new people. I know it is even more sensible
to spend the night here with them, but I want to be home.
We have seen enough beautiful places
with signs on them saying, This Is God’s House. That is seeing grain like the ants do, without the work of harvesting. Let’s leave grazing to cows
and go where we know what everyone really intends, where we can walk around without clothes on.