Live. If You Live, God Will Live

We Can See The Divine In Each Speck Of Dust, But That Doesn't Stop Us From Wiping It Away With A Wet Sponge. The Divine Doesn't Disappear; It's Transformed Into The Clean Surface.

The More Violent The Storm, The Quicker It Passes.

Déjà Vu Is More Than Just That Fleeting Moment Of Surprise, Instantly Forgotten Because We Never Bother With Things That Make No Sense. It Show That Time Doesn't Pass. It's A Leap Into Something We Have Already Experienced And That Is Being Repeated.

We Have To Listen To The Child We Once Were, The Child Who Still Exists Inside Us. That Child Understands Magic Moments. We Can Stifle Its Cries, But We Cannot Silence Its Voice.the Child We Once Were Is Still There. Blessed Are The Children, For Theirs Is The Kingdom Of Heaven.if We Are Not Reborn If We Cannot Learn To Look At Life With The Innocence And The Enthusiasm O Childhood It Makes No Sense To Go On Living.

If We Seek Something, That Same Thing Is Seeking Us.