If God Speaks Through Burning Bushes, Let's

One Had To Build Shelters. One Had To Make Pockets And Live Inside Them.

Sometimes I Ask Myself If Writing Novels Is Even Respectable.

As The Most Recently Arrived To Earthly Life, Children Can Seem In Lingering Possession Of Some Heavenly Lidless Eye.

I've Come To Realize That Life, While Being Everything, Is Also Strangely Not Much. Except When The Light Shines On It A Different Way And Then You Realize It's A Lot After All!

Your Numbness Is Something Perhaps You Cannot Help. It Is What The World Has Done To You. But Your Coldness. That Is What You Do To The World.