I’ve had this thought rattling around my head: Drunk Saints.

It may seem strange, but I wondered if it was possible.

Is it possible for a white light person to be a drunk, or have any major vice for that matter?

So i Googled  St Francis of Assisi. A legend if ever there was one, he’s the patron saint of animals and the natural environment.  An amazing dude. All testaments to his elegant existence only illuminate a life of complete saintliness. I couldn’t find any accounts of him guzzling wine by the gallon-loads or sniffing on fermented leeks.

Maybe there are some known renegade mullet saints out there. Crazy mad fools who howled at the moon at night and performing miracles during the day, but that doesn’t seem important now.  The reason why this idea kept me rattling was because of my crazy logic.

If a holy blessed saint could be a drunk;
then a drunk could be a saint.

I once heard a Zen saying that’s always stuck with me. I cant remember the exact wording, but i interpreted it as:

Always be kind and patient to every single person that crosses your path.
That person will always know something that you don’t.

I love this. I heard it when i was a teenager, and i think its awesome. its since been something Ive always tried to live by.

One interpretation of this could be that you can always learn or gain something from every person (or experience) that you encounter. That’s cool on its own, but i also like to think of it as the idea that nothing should be judged, appearances are false:

Just think of that bergie at the traffic lights, trying to wash your windscreen with his phlegm and a pee-stained 1989 Manchester United beanie. He may not be who you think he is.

He may be a saint.

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