Father Brendan Flynn: A woman was gossiping with her friend about a man they hardly knew; I know none of you have ever done this. That night, she had a dream. A great hand appeared over her, and pointed down on her. She was immediately seized with a overwhelming sense of guilt. The next day, she went to confession. She got the old perish priest, Father Arrorick, and she told him the whole thing. "Is gossiping a sin?" She asked the old man. "Was that God All Mighty's hand pointing down at me? Should I ask for your absolution, father? Have I done something wrong?" "Yes." Father Arrorick answered her. "Yes, you ignorant, badly brought up female. You have blamed false witness on your neighbor. You played fast and loose with his reputation, and you should be heartily ashamed." So the woman said she was sorry, and asked for forgiveness. "Not so fast." says Arrorick. "I want you to go home, take a pillow upon your roof, cut it open with a knife, and return here to me." So the woman went home, took a pillow off her bed, a knife from the drawer, went up the fire escape to her roof, and stabbed the pillow. Then she went back to the old perish priest as instructed. "Did you cut the pillow with a knife?" He says. "Yes, father." "And what were the results?" "Feathers." she said. "Feathers?" he repeated. "Feathers, everywhere, father." "Now I want you to go back, and gather up every last feather that flew out on the wind." "Well," she said, "It can't be done. I don't know where they went. The wind took them all over." "And that," said Father Arrorick, "Is gossip."