How You See A Country Depends On

I Don't Think We Have All The Words In A Single Vocabulary To Explain What We Are Or Why We Are. I Don't Think We Have The Range Of Emotion To Fully Feel What Someone Else Is Feeling. I Don't Think Any Of Us Can Sit In Judgment Of Another Human Being. We're Incomplete Creatures, Barely Scraping By. Is It Possible--from The Perspective Of This Quickly Spinning Earth And Our Speedy Journey From Crib To Coffin--to Know The Difference Between Right, Wrong, Good, And Evil? I Don't Know If It's Even Useful To Try.

It's A Long Day's Drive Any Way You Look At It. With A Man Who Has Taken Your Sins - Real And Imagined - And Stitched Them Onto The Sackcloth Of His Own Soul, It Is Endless.

How You See A Country Depends On Whether You Are Driving Through It, Or Live In It. How You See A Country Depends On Whether Or Not You Can Leave It, If You Have To.

You Learn Not To Mourn Every Little Thing Out Here, Or You’d Never, Ever Stop Grieving.

I Love My Mother So Much, Because I See The Whole Of Her.