My final destination is my complete knowledge of God.
The bushes of love are blossomed through the manure of hardship.
In reality the universe has no geometry.
The universe is a philosophical abyss.
The only absurdity in which I find equally immense compassion and morality is Christianity - though the compassion is outlandish and the morality is blemished.
The real doubt is the doubt that doubts that it doubts.