the wounded man stopped breathing and the blood drained out of his system

the soul traveled from afar . he was pronounced dead.

how many crucifixions must we take to have our own resurrection?

we take delight in all things new, meeting people at the crossroads, journeying.

it is tiring though. how is it possible to always choose the unpaved and unpopular?

it may only be me... trying to be like you. nah--pretending.