For evil in the open is but evil from within that has been let out.

Dare I say I miss him? I do. I miss him. I still see him in my dreams. They are nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged with love. Such is the strangeness of the human heart.

A realization that the founding principle of existence is what we call love, which works itself out sometimes not clearly, not cleanly, not immediately, nonetheless ineluctably.

There are animals we haven't stopped by. Don't think they're harmless. Life will defend itself no matter how small it is.

Afterwards, when it's all over, you meet God. What do you say to God?

The lower you are, the higher your mind will want to soar. It was natural that, bereft and desperate as I was, in the throes of unremitting suffering. I should turn to God

Words are cold, muddy toads trying to understand sprites dancing in a field-but they're all we have.