We're all born lost, aren't we? We're all born separated from God - over and over life makes sure to inform us of this - and yet we're all real: we have names, we have lives. We mean something. We must.

If human beings had genuine courage, they'd wear their costumes every day of the year, not just on Halloween.

Ten commandments yet seven deadly sins: conflict?

OPTION PARALYSIS: The tendency, when given unlimited choices, to make none.

We are all of us born with a letter inside us, and that only if we are true to ourselves, may we be allowed to read it before we die.

You guys just wait and see. We'll stand taller than these mountains. We'll bare open our hearts for the world to grab. We'll see lights where there was dimness. We'll testify together to what we have seen and felt. Life will go on--all of us--crawling; stumbling, falling perhaps. But we will be the strong ones. Our hearts will shine brightly.

Why do most of us make such boring choices for the stories of our lives?