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“The American Standard translation orders men to triumph over sin, and you can call sin ignorance. The King James translation makes a promise in ‘Thou shalt,’ meaning that men will surely triumph over sin. But the Hebrew word, the word timshel — ‘Thou mayest’ — that gives a choice. It might be the most important word in the world. That says the way is open. That throws it right back on a man. For if ‘Thou mayest’ — it is also true that ‘Thou mayest not.’ …
“Now, there are millions in their sects and churches who feel the order, ‘Do thou,’ and throw their weight into obedience. And there are millions more who feel predestination in ‘Thou shalt.’ Nothing they may do can interfere with what will be. But ‘Thou mayest’! Why, that makes a man great, that gives him stature with the gods, for in his weakness and his filth and his murder of his brother he has still the great choice. He can choose his course and fight it through and win.”
From John Steinbeck’s East of Eden, one of a few books I never tire of reading
He asked me if I like to ride bikes. I don’t like bikes. I like the way a bike ride on a long flat farmland road feels free when time is lost to the wind and there’s nowhere to go but fast. We were in a canoe on a river under the midday sun. I watched a bead of sweat fall from underneath my knee, down my calf and around the curve of my ankle. There was a tiny minnow lying, dying next to my foot. I looked up at his face. He blinked. I hadn’t answered a question that I shouldn’t have needed to think about. He blinked again. I told him that I owned a bike. I smiled with my lips closed. He nodded and began the story he’d been waiting to tell. I looked down at the dead minnow and as I listened to his voice I wondered how I could’ve been so careless to have let him slip through my fingers.