Why does shame and self-loathing become cruelty to the innocent ?

Get thee behind me, tragedy.

The earth here is beautiful. And it still belongs to the dead.

We have to become saints. We have to become like Christ. Anything less is simply not enough.

What I did was take the Jesus of the Gospels, the Son of God, the Son of the Virgin Mary, and sought to make Him utterly believable, a vital breathing character.

We shall live even in this state of living death, we shall love, we shall feel, we shall defy all who would judge and destroy us.

For me, places have a tremendous impact. I fall in love with places. All of life seems different in different places.