Man is born to trouble. Man is born for trouble. Man is born to battle trouble. Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded--under torch and hammer and chisel--into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God.

Every four years, I'll watch figure skating, but I'm no closer to buying tights.

Do not fear the shadowy places. You will never be the first one there. Another went ahead and down until He came out the other side.

Your father died for me, and dying with you would be an honor, though not as great as dying to save you.

I've watched goldfish make babies, and ants execute earwigs. I've seen a fly deliver live young while having its head eaten by a mantis. And I had a golden retriever behave like one.

The moon was up, painting the world silver, making things look just a little more alive.

We grasp because God does. We create, and fall short, because God does. We continue creating because we fell short, and fall short again, because God does. Because one act of creation, one attempt at capture, is only one breath and we must breathe again. And again. And again. Here we stand (and sit and sleep), the many images of the Imager, and we can do no other.