Beauty
I think that when we encounter something as enormous as grace or as powerful as redemption, the only possible response is to weep.
I think that when we encounter something as enormous as grace or as powerful as redemption, the only possible response is to weep.
The beautiful part is: All things age. All things decay.
Look! How the blood runs down the legs of the Divine and drips from his toes.
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