We see a newborn moth unwrapping itself and announce, Look, children, a miracle! But let an irreversible wound be knit back to seamlessness? We won't even see it, though we look at it every day.

Why is it our failures only show us more clearly the people we are failing?

Once torched by truth...a little thing like faith is easy.

What else exhausts like sustained deception?

So thoughtlessly we sling on our destinies.

We see a newborn moth unwrapping itself and announce, Look, children, a miracle! But let an irreversible wound be knit back to seamlessness? We won't even see it, though we look at it every day.

You can embark on new and steeper versions of your old sins, you know, and cry tears while doing it that are genuine as any.