If I have attached anything to sacrifice other than loss, I have at some level assumed a pay-off. And if I’ve assumed a pay-off, I’m only assuming a sacrifice.

What insanity would lead me to believe that I possess the power, much less the aptitude to manipulate all of the consequences out of all of my decisions?

We somehow have led ourselves to believe that our questions are big enough to encircle life, and that life is small enough to be contained by the answers. The real question might be, are we ignorant or just plain stupid?

Due north’ on my compass is largely ‘due’ to the fact that in ‘due’ time I have been ‘unduly’ lax in recalibrating my compass. And I’m apparently ignorant enough to wonder why I’m lost.

Ignorance is avoiding that which stands in front of me out of the misplaced hope that it will put what I’m ignoring behind me. Instead, it’s most certain to drop it on top of me.

How often have we taken up arms in some crusade that appeared so impeccably brilliant, indisputably praiseworthy, and immeasurably grand that we came to believe that the crusade itself transcended all of the truth that would show it to be none of those things? And in the end, how many times were the arms that we took up in such a crusade discharged in our direction?

Where am I?” you ask. Where you are is where the things you’ve denied worshipping have taken you.

The paralyzing fear of being lost is fed solely by the irrational fear that we will never be found.

Although they are entirely different, a ‘road’ and a ‘berm’ sit right alongside each other. The former is for the traveler while the latter is for the spectator. And because they sit in such close proximity to each other, there have been far too many times where I thought myself to be walking on the road when I was in fact sitting on the berm.