The Sin Of The Desert Is Knowing

Rarely Do We Invest The Time To Open The Book Of Another's Life. When We Do, We Are Usually Surprised To Find Its Cover So Misleading And Its Reviews So Flawed.

Humanity Is Always Looking For The Next Great World, The Next Frontier. I Wonder How Different This World Would Be If We Were Content With Where We Were.

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.

It's Our Memories That Make Us Who We Are. Without Them, We're Nothing. If That Means We Have To Hurt Sometimes, It's Worth It.

The Reason We Start Things Is Rarely The Reason We Continue Them.