Liberty's Sparkle (58) HUBRIS SYNDROME

   
   "Liberty's Sparkle (58)"  HUBRIS SYNDROME
   
   Liberty was now stocking the modest grocery store shelves with beets:  sliced beets, whole beets, garden beets, golden beets, organic beets; regardless, healthy for Scorpios, so lore does hint towards the totality of truth; next, the Monsignor walked by Liberty, looked down with his Rock Hudson countenance, saying:  "Working hard young Liberty?"
   She blew her golden strands out of her forest-green eyes, getting a better glimpse, from the daze of tedious employment, robbing her of imagination, but she knew him, and his bizarre benevolence, responding:  "Yes Monsignor."
   "Your friend Faye has been coming to Mass, much more than you, giving me face to face Confession, spilling the beans on all the nasty and nefarious figures in your life.  The ones having contempt for the downtrodden and weak, wishing Darwin was axiomatically true, which he totally isn't.  Anyway, don't be afraid of these people.  God can be your right hand as King David did sweetly Psalm.  Anyway, these people have a Hubris Syndrome.  Or are just rotten to their scummy, reptilian cores.  Have no fear."  Then, the Monsignor departed down the aisle, Liberty feeling a sense of insight into the wickedness of man, so controlled, so controlled, yet deaf and dumb to the reasons.