No; we have been as usual asking the wrong question. It does not matte >>
I am a frayed and nibbled survivor in a fallen world, and I am getting >>
It could be that our faithlessness is a cowering cowardice born of our >>
We grow because we struggle, we learn and overcome. >>
Enough shovels of earth -- a mountain. Enough pails of water -- a rive >>
The harvest of old age is the recollection and abundance of blessing p >>
I am a frayed and nibbled survivor in a fallen world, and I am getting along. I am aging and eaten and have done my share of eating too. I am not washed and beautiful, in control of a shining world in which everything fits, but instead am wondering awed about on a splintered wreck I've come to care for, whose gnawed trees breathe a delicate air, whose bloodied and scarred creatures are my dearest companions, and whose beauty bats and shines not in its imperfections but overwhelmingly in spite of them...