The devil's happy when the critics run you off.

Before awakening, the order of the day brings quite the bite, a sting - a find in light of dreams. Like nightmares' love supreme, phenomenology sings of the unconscious this highly common theme: '...Seeking sovereignty...Using fragments of things...The mind, it tries and pines...For a rise through false wings...And hides one's shortcomings...Behind the heights of these...Lofty philosophies...' And that's the fall of kings.

There is more to joy than looking only for affirmation; refusing to be challenged is the only bigotry.

There's no scarcity of lukewarm believers who, by cultural standards, deem themselves far too cool, and therefore wean themselves a bit too cowardly, to live as fiery Christians.