Why do I live in the desert? Because the desert is the *locus Dei*.
Why must love always be accompanied--sooner or later--by sorrow and pain? Why not? Because pure bliss is for pure idiots.
A world without open country would be universal jail.
There has never been an 'original' sin: each is quite banal.
Mozart, striving for perfection, wrote the same symphony forty-one times. In his case, it worked. He wrote a perfect symphony.
The longest journey begins with a single step, not with a turn of the ignition key.