It always helps me connect with characters, to think about what music they respond to

He had been alone in the world and empty for so long. But she filled him full, and so he believed everything that had been taken out of him might have been for a purpose. To clear space for something better.

Needing and getting don’t seem likely to match up any time soon... What needs doing is mine to do.

Claim your space. Draw a circle of light around it. Push back against the dark. Don't just survive. Celebrate.

Or maybe it is only that we are so habitually inattentive that when some rare but simple geometry grabs us by the shoulders and shakes us into consciousness, we call our response sacred.

That's just pain she said. It goes eventually. And when it's gone, there's no lasting memory. Not the worst of it anyway. It fades. Our minds aren't made to hold on to the particulars of pain the way we do bliss. It's a gift God gives us, a sign of His care for us.

It always helps me connect with characters, to think about what music they respond to