I see now that arguments to persuade, accomplish nothing. I was a fool. Thoughts, however well expressed, fall on deaf ears. Unless our soul desires to understand, it will learn nothing; unless it is filled with Godliness, it will swirl endlessly in emptiness—thoughts, like tattered paper in the wind. Unless we turn away from ourselves, towards the God of all; we will always be estranged from one another. There is no other hope that can bridge these gulfs, or which can heal these wounds. Madness runs amok in this world, but healing abides in the stillness. Jesus Christ, the healer of us all, awaits our turning back, into a relationship with him.
I work because I live; I write because I die.
I work to fill my belly; I write to fill my soul.