"An unfortunate one is a rootless ghost,
His walk a mad angel's gait.
Insolent steps of one thrown from heaven
To toil in red dust,
As if he had not had enough
In a thousand previous lifetimes.
Where is his heart? Where is his soul?
To call this heaven's will
Is a cheap answer."
I agree. To anyone who sees my or anyone else's disability or illness as a "physical evil," in the words of activist Darius Weems, "It's the buildings that are the problem, not my condition." In a society that's purpose-built to exclude us, we will always encounter misfortune of one kind, but another kind, and the real misfortune, really, is that so many do not see His beauty and purpose in our diversity.
His walk a mad angel's gait.
Insolent steps of one thrown from heaven
To toil in red dust,
As if he had not had enough
In a thousand previous lifetimes.
Where is his heart? Where is his soul?
To call this heaven's will
Is a cheap answer."
I agree. To anyone who sees my or anyone else's disability or illness as a "physical evil," in the words of activist Darius Weems, "It's the buildings that are the problem, not my condition." In a society that's purpose-built to exclude us, we will always encounter misfortune of one kind, but another kind, and the real misfortune, really, is that so many do not see His beauty and purpose in our diversity.
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