For as long as I've known myself I've been fascinated with saints and sinners and the patterns of things. Especially the good within the bad, the bad within the good, and the way seemingly unconnected things connect.
"When the child was a child it was a time of these questions." I'm not sure when childhood ends, but the questioning hasn't yet. When does surrender to "what is" become laziness? When does focus and discipline become unyielding control? When does pining become whining?
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