I pause.What of Gods silence? I think it over.I add:
An intellect confounded yet a trysting sense of presence and of ultimate purpose.
People move because of the wear and tear of anxiety. Because of the gnawling feeling that no matter how hard they work their efforts will yield nothing, that what they build in one year will be torn down in one day by others.
Nil magnum nisi bonum - no greatness without goodness.
Look: Christ on the Cross died of suffocation, but His only complaint was of thirst. If thirst can be so taxing that even God Incarnate complains about it, imagine the effect on regular human.
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An intellect confounded yet a trysting sense of presence and of ultimate purpose.
People move because of the wear and tear of anxiety. Because of the gnawling feeling that no matter how hard they work their efforts will yield nothing, that what they build in one year will be torn down in one day by others.
Nil magnum nisi bonum - no greatness without goodness.
Look: Christ on the Cross died of suffocation, but His only complaint was of thirst. If thirst can be so taxing that even God Incarnate complains about it, imagine the effect on regular human.
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