A personal offense is like a scratch on a phonograph record. I couldn't move my thoughts beyond my pain. It kept repeating, as if I were stuck within its grooves. There was only one way to play beyond it. I had to forgive them, so my heart could take its form again.
The way of surviving is to find meaning in suffering.
Plans can be like a winged horse, but their execution plods along pulling carts.
...appetite turns common food into the fare of kings.
(Home) is you in things.
When lost, I look for gas stations for counsel.