Erie Isle Wiki: bio_Uriel
Me? I'm Uriel Broome. I came here from San Francisco. I've been there for a while. I'm a physician, I came to Erie when I was looking for some antiques. I found what I want and I confess that I don't know why I'm staying. I guess I want to see more of what's going on in the movie. One friend of mine said it's because I want more. More what is the question.
Freedom is what he suggested, but no, no, I have freedom. If anything, I have too much freedom because I'm on sabbatical. Yeah. Sabbatical. No, that's not a euphemism. It means what it says. It doesn't mean 'fallen.' That's such a wretched term, 'fallen.' A better one would be 'pushed' or 'tripped' or even 'kicked when they were down' from what I can see.
I didn't like it, I didn't like the whole situation that led to falling, or pushing, or tripping, or kicking. Everyone ended up looking bad. There were no winners. Intemperate words and high spirits were artificially turned into treason because of pride. Yeah, pride. Oh yeah, like there wasn't anyone involved who didn't have pride oozing out of all pores. It was everyone's pride. I was supposed to be working for salvation, but it's hard to work for salvation, work for making things peaceful and working together when everyone is examining every little remark to see how to twist it into something outrageous. On the other side, they took advantage of being stung to justify whatever bits of selfishness and cruelty amused them, while playing up the rebel status. I didn't like any of it. I got disgusted with everything and everyone and everything anyone did or said. The one word to describe it all is best, "yuck."
That's how the sabbatical came up. Take some time off, they said. Clear your mind. Go wander a bit. See for yourself. That's what I've been doing, seeing for myself. I've been sticking mostly to the mortals. Poor things. They were set up to fail, too, you know. I'm sorry for my part in that, as well.
I've been back the the old country, as I sometimes call it, from time to time, but I've come to the conclusion that Heaven is a nice place to visit but I don't want to live there.
Oh, well. So there you have it. Sabbatical. Sometimes it's lonely. Usually it's not. I like people and get along with them. I don't judge. I gave up judging when I went on this sabbatical, you see. Always, it's entertaining. In general, each side of grand debate doesn't quite know what to do with me. I'm not on their side, but I'm not on the other. I'm on sabbatical. I've come to enjoy walking on the razor's edge.
Freedom is what he suggested, but no, no, I have freedom. If anything, I have too much freedom because I'm on sabbatical. Yeah. Sabbatical. No, that's not a euphemism. It means what it says. It doesn't mean 'fallen.' That's such a wretched term, 'fallen.' A better one would be 'pushed' or 'tripped' or even 'kicked when they were down' from what I can see.
I didn't like it, I didn't like the whole situation that led to falling, or pushing, or tripping, or kicking. Everyone ended up looking bad. There were no winners. Intemperate words and high spirits were artificially turned into treason because of pride. Yeah, pride. Oh yeah, like there wasn't anyone involved who didn't have pride oozing out of all pores. It was everyone's pride. I was supposed to be working for salvation, but it's hard to work for salvation, work for making things peaceful and working together when everyone is examining every little remark to see how to twist it into something outrageous. On the other side, they took advantage of being stung to justify whatever bits of selfishness and cruelty amused them, while playing up the rebel status. I didn't like any of it. I got disgusted with everything and everyone and everything anyone did or said. The one word to describe it all is best, "yuck."
That's how the sabbatical came up. Take some time off, they said. Clear your mind. Go wander a bit. See for yourself. That's what I've been doing, seeing for myself. I've been sticking mostly to the mortals. Poor things. They were set up to fail, too, you know. I'm sorry for my part in that, as well.
I've been back the the old country, as I sometimes call it, from time to time, but I've come to the conclusion that Heaven is a nice place to visit but I don't want to live there.
Oh, well. So there you have it. Sabbatical. Sometimes it's lonely. Usually it's not. I like people and get along with them. I don't judge. I gave up judging when I went on this sabbatical, you see. Always, it's entertaining. In general, each side of grand debate doesn't quite know what to do with me. I'm not on their side, but I'm not on the other. I'm on sabbatical. I've come to enjoy walking on the razor's edge.
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