Invariably, when you act in the flesh, you have something to cover up. You have to bury your motive. You have to hide a contact you made to manipulate the plan. You have to conceal a lie or half-truth. You have to backtrack on a boast. You have to cover up the corpse your fleshly procedure has created. It’s just a matter of time before truth catches up with you. The sand always yields its secrets.
