More Than Immortal
Yesterday I skipped and recited sidewalk crack superstition; tomorrow I will be dust.
Yesterday I skipped and recited sidewalk crack superstition; tomorrow I will be dust.
We are starved for the holy. I saw a nun walking down the sidewalk the other day…
I think that when we encounter something as enormous as grace or as powerful as redemption, the only possible response is to weep.
Every relationship is essentially an experiment in how real, raw and honest you can be in front of this other person.
I’ve come to realize my life is a collection of me feeling woozy in various locations…
Bruce Lee could break bricks just by touching them because he had such control over his body…
I remember the all-consuming enticement as my brain would start to wander to porn, the primal sensation of lust as it drove me to my computer screen….