Class, classy, classical.


Class, classy, classical are all words, that have a certain connotation of pomp about them. We celebrate with them. They bring a certain feeling that makes most of us instinctively want to lift up our heads, shoulders, arms, hands and our whole body rises higher as if it would fly.  We become proud of ourselves because of something we have or inherited or earned or like a skill learnt.

The celebration continues, the ointment is fragrant until we use the nuance of self-importance to annoy or subjugate, when the essence of it is to use it to lift up those around us and the disadvantaged rather than to put them down.  After all none of us can make perfection of our lives, that alone belongs to our Lord God.


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