Facts Mean Nothing To Wounded

Grief Does Not End And Love Does Not Die And Nothing Fills Its Graven Place. With Grace, Pain Is Transmuted Into The Gold Of Wisdom And Compassion And The Lesser Coin Of Muted Sadness And Resignation; But Something Leaden Of It Remains, To Become The Kernel Arond Which More Pain Accretes (a Black Pearl): One Pain Becomes Every Other Pain ... Unless One Strips Away, One By One, The Layers Of Pain To Get To The Heart Of The Pain - And This Causes More Pain, Pain So Intense As To Feel Like Evisceration.

Insanity Is A Lack Of Proportion.

Children Hold Us Hostage; They Represent Our Commitment To The Future.

There Are Places One Comes Home To That One Has Never Been To.

Belief Sometimes Precedes Understanding; Faith Sometimes Precedes Scientific Evidence.