There are a world of answers, outside the loop.

Unto the Cross came death, and unto death came the Cross.

Without the sun, there is no shadow; without the Son, there is only shadow.

Sin bites bitter. But oh, the sweet taste of salvation, that stirs the spirit!

Every corner and room of a house will carry memories, make these the most pleasurable times you shared with your family.

For some soldiers, there is a greater war going on behind the gun's shadow of family and friends, than in front of the gun pointing at strange enemies.

At the edge you will always remember me, at the edge you will last be remembered, where sanity and insanity come together, for the time, then separates. Like leaves on October trees, that color the world, but for a moment, then leave. At the edge, where life losses its edginess, and thoughts we will become one, someday. At the edge the sun drops, the ring falls, and senses of raindrops climb upwards to the gray sky.

The only depth where I can breathe, and don't need to fight for air, is in your love.

I was the first face you saw when you were born, you were bald as my hair ran black. Now yours the last face I saw before I died, your hair ran black, as I was bald.