People get so caught up in needing to know and having to prove themselves to be right, and I'm blown away by this.

I am reclaiming myself. Trusting my goodness and my divine mission.

You're looking for help from God, you say he couldn't be found. Looking up to the sky and searchin' beneath the ground.

The idea that God's mercy is connected to whether or not I shave is ludicrous and I need to just trust myself, and that, you know, if I'm deserving of God's mercy, I'll get it, regardless of, you know, my beard.

What blows me away most is how sure people are of themselves.

A lot of people believe a lot of things. People also believe in a lot of ideas or hold tight to a lot of ideologies and beliefs.

Who’s gonna make you happy when you’re your own worst enemy?