If this continues, if this goes on, then when I die, your memories of me will be my greatest accomplishment. You memories will be my most lasting impressions.

I should talk to him I know I should talk to him. But I do not talk to him. I watch after him from afar and love him.

You spend so much time, so much effort, trying to hold yourself together. And then everything falls apart anyway.

For the Jesus Revolutionaries, the answer was clear: Jesus would not be out waging "preventative" wars. Jesus would not be withholding medicine from people who could not afford it. Jesus would not cast stones at people of races, sexual orientatons, or genders other than His own. Jesus would not condone the failing, viperous, scandalplagued hierarchy of some churches. Jesus would welcome everyone to his his table. He would love them, and he would find peace.

Every day I am someone else. I am myself-I know I am myself-but I am also someone else. It has always been like this.

Answerless questions can destroy you. Move on.

There is the sudden. There is the eventual. And in between, there is the living.