The Only Power That Exists Is Inside

The Atheism And Nihilism Of My Earlier Years Now Seems Shallow, And Even A Bit Cocky.

When We Are Weary, We Speak Lovingly Of Dreams As If They Embodied Our True Deisres-what We Would Have When That Which We Do Have So Sorely Disappoints Us

To Learn And To Love, That Is What We Are Here For, Any Activity Which Is Not Grounded In One Of These Two Is A Waste Of Time.

And I Realized That I’d Tolerated Him This Long Because Of Self-doubt.

Oh, But When Love Is Reached Through Suffering, It Has A Power It Can Never Gain Through Innocence.