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Thursday, September 29, 2016. At the end of the sea: an analogy of life, companionship, faith, the end of all things. At the End of the Sea. In moments when the waves were incredibly still and he could stand on the curved hull of the boat without the slightest rocking, he could almost imagine a place. He could almost imagine land, even though he had never actually seen it or walked on it. One day, a boat came nearby. It drifted slowly, and the sailor at its prow shouted to him—. 8221; He asked. 8220;The ...

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Monday, July 6, 2015. The Human Café: Introduction: The Hiding Room. Introduction—the hiding room. A picture of a room:. There is a room in the back of my mind. I keep it very carefully hidden away, and the key underneath my tongue—but I know how to get to it, the path and the climb. It’s safe there. And I suppose, I am safe inside it. Nothing can get in, to find me. But nothing can get out, either. It used to seem easier, boarding up the windows and sitting on the gigantic bed. It used to be easy, t...

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Wednesday, July 30, 2014. The Bell-Ringer (The prologue to a book I actually AM supposed to be working on.). Orange light spilled down from the horizon like a dry sea. Where the waves crashed, dust was left dripping from the fields and the hills, clinging to the air and the lungs of those who passed. In that light, all was gold. 8220;True enough,” offered the filthy plowman, as he turned his thoughtfully crooked brow towards the furrows, before him, and the road, in whose shadow he lay. “...At this, the ...

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Wednesday, February 25, 2015. My Hunter of My Soul (A Poem). Some days I cannot bear the weight,. Of my own crumpled soul. Or bear the grind of broken bits,. That I'll never make whole. Some days I cannot face the things. That war in my own chest. Some days I do not try to fight. Those things that rob my rest. Some days I feel I am a boat,. A paper ship at sea. The savage waves and wind, my god,. And death my destiny. For some days, I have wings to fly—. And other days I crawl. Or dare to breathe at all.

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Tuesday, September 23, 2014. The Cathedral (An Image of Brokenness and What it is For). An Introductory Thought (Statement of the Thesis):. This world is broken. And so is everyone in it. And if you still, somehow, need proof, then there is a final strategy: Look inside yourself. I guarantee there is brokenness there. Look hard, and not at that facade that you call a soul. Not at that bulwark of strength you imagine yourself to be. Look at yourself honestly. At a heart that is marred. The world is broken.

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Friday, October 30, 2015. The End of October (Part 1 of 4). The cricks in all our necks. Autumn came early, that year. Not loudly at first, but in pieces, all falling into a glorious disarray. Summer was not being replaced—it had simply grown older. Deeper. It had changed into something not altogether different, in the same way that a person who is now grown was once a child. It hadn't turned its back on youth—but it had outgrown it. Not here, though. Here, the sky bled through in patches of stark, s...

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Thursday, September 29, 2016. At the end of the sea: an analogy of life, companionship, faith, the end of all things. At the End of the Sea. In moments when the waves were incredibly still and he could stand on the curved hull of the boat without the slightest rocking, he could almost imagine a place. He could almost imagine land, even though he had never actually seen it or walked on it. One day, a boat came nearby. It drifted slowly, and the sailor at its prow shouted to him—. 8221; He asked. 8220;The ...

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