No one achieves salvation as the crow flies.

There are always complications.  But that's alright.

A creation without free will would not be as big.  I think God created something really big, something even he sees with great pleasure.

Ideas fade away, and only reality remains.  Life will happen, and will be the view from the future.  Hang on, hang on earnestly to the eternal.  A soul is something worth sacrificing dearly for. 

Your friends and your enemies are what is important.  They are what you need to love.  Everyone else you don't know.  If you did, they would be an enemy or a friend.  This world is a deeply spiritual world. 

A man treats his friends in some way, and so is related to other humans.  He becomes virtuous, and is thus related to himself.  Then he is related to God, but comes up miserably short.  Being virtuous is not enough; we must be holy.  We need a justifier, a sanctifier.

People's hope is what divides them; everyone hopes in something.  Some hope in small lives, some in life everlasting.  And wherever your hope is, there your faith will grow.  And in that, you must learn to pour your love.  Do not be deceived into thinking it is a shallow world; your life reveals your hope. 

I think we'll be alright. 

The words 'I love you' can mean a number of different things.

Sometimes they mean 'You make me feel good'.

Other times they mean 'I hope that good things happen to you'. 

Other times: 'I am going to try to make good things happen to you' or 'I am going to actually help you'. 

Or they can mean,

'My life for your joy'.

"Come, come into the woods," I heard the mages say.

"We've seen the demons that you fight, even in the midst of day."

 

A million candles lit the deep woods,

a necklace of torches hanging amidst the bleak;

I ask the mages if we would find rest

"No," they say, "but it is not rest you seek."

 

Life came to a point at the place at which we stood,

The eerie voices of dark mages inviting us into the woods.

 

Our eyes were scared of life,

so we feasted on what was poison;

'We will escape salvation,

If we drown among the noisome.'

 

When will my heart and body come together as one?

If life rose to meet us, how many of us would run?

 

But I will not enter the inky black,

and be swallowed up in the blur;

"Come, young ones, into the woods,

Or you will die for sure."

 

Maniacal spirits danced before my eyes

as my past rolled by as a train,

"Do not think of rest, dear children,

For your souls were built for pain."

 

Sins are what we do that we do not understand;

Why do we stay as children within these dying lands?

 

Some stay to build bivouacs,

which house their sordid thoughts.

Others flee into the woods

to seek the home of the gods.

 

Friend, will you follow if I go?

For death claims all the unknown,

And the world was made too large

for me -- I cannot go alone.

 

"You know not what lies in there."

Please, Sir, say I will not die.

"You were not made to flee your death,

But to live in search of Life."

 

But I don't want the woods to show me who I truly am,

I try to forget my evil past and I fear what I have planned.

 

Yet the quiet and infinite woods

whisper promise of another place.

But it's so hard to move forward when

we know our sins more than his Grace.

 

No life is worth the pain of the woods;

why must we travel this way?

Why would we venture into the Night?

"For you know what lies in Day."