Andress Floyd, My Monks of Vagabondia
“ Then the sound of a piano and male voices came to him and awakened him to a new train of thought. “It is a Monastery—a Monastery of Vagabondia,” he said, "and why not? why shouldn’t a man, even a homeless man, have his Monastery, if you please, where he can forget his past and live cleanly? If he only lives cleanly for a day and falls.... It’s something to remember—a day he doesn’t have to be ashamed of. Who knows but that in the one day of unselfish living a man is more truly his real self than he is in all the other days of his vicious years. ”
