When you break one, you become one.
“Don’t touch that!” Whatever it may be. “Don’t even think about it!”
What about the healing touch of a Saint?
Are not they allowed to touch The Untouchables?
“You’ll get germs!” By the way my mother yelled about it,
one was to assume there was pretty much germs on
everything – everywhere – all the time!
Even in the bathtub lay the hidden taboos. “Don’t play with that!”
To do so was considered dirty, and therefore,
I figured, it must clean itself.
Inhibitions and restrictions vary from place to place.
What was so great about Rome?
Would you do as the Romans did, if you happened
to find yourself in a Grecian state of mind?
It sounds fairly dangerous to me, weighing the risks involved.
Then again…Mother owns the scales.