In The End, We All Lose It.

We Stone Our Prophets, Then Build Monuments To Them After They're Gone.

I Am A Believer In Angels, Though Not The Picture-book Kind With Wings And Harps. Such Angelic Accoutrements Seem As Nonsensical To Me As Devils Sporting Horns And Carrying Pitchforks. To Me, Angel Wings Are Merely Symbolic Of Their Role As Divine Messengers.

Joy Isn't The Natural Response To Blessings - Joy Is What Comes From Acknowledging Them.

We Spend Our Life Building Higher Fences And Stronger Locks, When The Gravest Dangers Are Already Inside

People Are Looking For Inspiration, And My Books Are Sometimes The Vehicles Of What People Are Looking For.