We must clean the lens of our hearts to see the state of our souls. However, too often the former is too dirty to even know that the latter exists.

Too often fear is fiction madly running amuck, all the while madly tracking ‘muck’ across the floor of fact.

Truth is the thing that lies spend their lives running from.

The dark might be dark, but at least we don’t have to look at ourselves when we’re standing in it.

To live a lie may allow us to avoid the truth, but the real lie lays in believing that we can avoid the truth in the first place.

It’s really a rather simple thing to bring balance to my anger. All I need to do is remember that the ‘hand of cards’ that have been dealt to me pale in comparison to the ‘deck of cards’ that I’ve thrown at others.

Truth speaks for itself if we’d just let it speak.

Such is the power of truth that even the slightest whisper of it can handily drown out the most boisterous of lies, which may explain why in many instances God only needs to whisper.

The ‘fact’ of my actions frequently collide with the ‘fiction’ of my words. And at what point will I live what I say, so I will avoid what I do?