Your real "country" is where you're heading, not where you are.
Your depression is connected to your insolence and refusal to praise.
Inside any deep asking is the answering.
Lovers move like lightning and wind. No contest. Theologians mumble, rumble-dumble, necessity and free will, while lover and beloved pull themselves into each other.
Suffering is a gift; in its hidden mercy
Pull the thorn of existence out of the heart! Fast! For when you do, you will see thousands of rose gardens in yourself.