Ecosystems Are Holy. The Word "environmental" Is

... The Best Way To Strip The Allure And Dreaminess From A Lifelong Dream Is, Very Often, Simply To Have It Come True.

At Last The Cold Crept Up My Spine; At Last It Filled Me From Foot To Head; At Last I Grew So Chill And Desolate That All Thought And Pain And Awareness Came To A Standstill. I Wasn't Miserable Anymore: I Wasn't Anything At All. I Was A Nothing-- A Random Configuration Of Molecules. If My Heart Still Beat I Didn't Know It. I Was Aware Of One Thing Only; Next To The Gaping Fact Called Death, All I Knew Was Nothing, All I Did Meant Nothing, All I Felt Conveyed Nothing. This Was No Passing Thought. It Was A Gnawing, Palpable Emptiness More Real Than The Cold.

--i Truly And Deeply Wanted To Kill Him. And I Believe I Could Have Done It, With Nothing But My Hands. But All Of A Sudden, Out Of Nowhere, Peter Had An Arm Around Me. "let It Go, Kade," He Was Whispering Very Gently, Though His Arm Was Nearly Crushing Me. "open Your Fists," He Said, "and Let Go Of The Coals.

The Environment, What Surrounds You, Is So Alive And Delightful And Complex.

I'd Taken A Big Fat Crisis Off My Shoulders And Loaded It All On Jesus, Which Seemed Unfair In A Way, But Was Exactly What The Bible Recommended.