THE BISHOP

The Bishop

The bishop lived. The bishop died.

He enjoyed his life. Parts of it.

In the end as he is dying of Typhoid -- something is gnawing him -- leaving him with an uneasy feeling.

I am reminded of Thoreau's saying: "Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them."

The bishop comes from a long line of clerics. Maybe he got into the church because he felt an obligation. He did what was expected of him. And inside of him -- he longed for something else.

Or maybe the bishop just got burned-out. It happens to teachers -- to doctors -- to everyone I guess -- you reach a point where you lose your passion -- and then all that was interesting becomes dull and you never recapture the love you once had.

And we are all replaceable.

The bishop dies. A new bishop comes to town and the old bishop is forgotten.

Only his mother remembers him.

The love of a mother -- well, that's something that is not replaceable.