We Are, All Of Us, Molded And

A Cemetery Saddens Us Because It Is The Only Place Of The World In Which We Do Not Meet Our Dead Again.

Did You Ever Have A Conversation With Someone Who Misunderstood Everything You Had To Say? It's Exhausting, And The Ironic Part Is That The More You Try And Explain Yourself, The More Mixed Up Things Become. Your Best Friend Knows When You're Kidding, Venting, And Tired. He Or She Knows You And Therefore Doesn't Read Into The Things You Say.

The Man Who Partakes In The Breaking Of The Bread Dares To Build His House On The Very Core Of Love. He Becomes, As It Were, Godlike, But Regardless Of The Strength He Derives From It, His Free Will Remains. We Are Always Free To Disown This Immense Grace, To Abuse It. The Greatest Love May Be Betrayed. Fed On The Living Bread, We Nevertheless Conceal A Part Of Ourselves Which Longs For Swine's Food.

If The Flame Inside You Goes Out, The Souls That Are Next To You Will Die Of Cold.

Doubt Is Nothing But A Trivial Agitation On The Surface Of The Soul, While Deep Down There Is A Calm Certainty.