The World Is A Penal

But What Was A Body? Dust, Dung, Urine, Itches. It Was The Light Within Which Was Important, And It Was Not Significant If That Light Endured After Death, Or If The Soul Was Blinded Eternally In The Endless Night Of The Suspired Flesh.

In Sleep, You Are Safe From The Revolting Mechanics Of Living And Being A Prey To Outrageous Fortune.

Saints Rarely Have Friends; They Are Usually Hated And Derided, For They Love And Love Is Always Rejected By Hard-hearted Men....saints Do Not Advertise Themselves; Good Men Do Not Seek Out A Name In The World....the Saints Did What They Did Almost In Stealth, Asking Nothing Except That Men Love God.

I Am Not Alone At All, I Thought. I Was Never Alone At All. And That, Of Course, Is The Message Of Christmas. We Are Never Alone. Not When The Night Is Darkest, The Wind Coldest, The World Seemingly Most Indifferent. For This Is Still The Time God Chooses.

I Have Been The Victim Of Heartless Malice.