I will sit down across from you but you will not notice me. The man with wool coat and cashmere scarf. The man with the wedding band in his pocket. His gaze unshakeable.
I will sit down across from you but you will not notice me. The girl with dark hair and bright eyes. The girl with headphones on. Her dark sleeves make her pale hands fragile.
Our worlds are in parallel. And we are spinning so fast.
I wrote a song in June
With a guitar in tune
The labor was wasted
When the desire faded
The moon is a cold light
The road is drenched in it
Entangled with scented oxygen
Permeating from perennials
I dwell in a lonely house I know
That vanished many a summer ago,
And left no trace but the cellar walls
And a cellar in which the daylight falls
- Robert Frost
It is through the discipline of obedience that I get to the place where Abraham was and I see who God is. God will never be real to me until I come face to face with Him in Jesus Christ. Then I will know and can boldly proclaim, “In all the world, my God, there is none but Thee, there is none but Thee.”
- Oswald Chambers
Up high, the brisk winds chill
Swaying families of redwoods
They stood like soldiers after
a war fought on foreign soil
Bone and marrow
You invade into
The deepest part of me
Despite my silence
Man is sometimes extraordinarily, passionately, in love with suffering, and that is a fact. There is no need to appeal to universal history to prove that; only ask yourself, if you are a man and have lived at all
And yet I think man will never renounce real suffering, that is, destruction and chaos. Why, suffering is the sole origin of consciousness.
suffering is the sole origin of consciousness. Though I did lay it down at the beginning that consciousness is the greatest misfortune for man, yet I know man prizes it and would not give it up for any satisfaction.
- Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoyevsky