"The bruising of the fallen. The weightlessness of flight."

The great mystery is to tell the devil's voice from my own. All this talking and I can't really say when strength ends and pride begins, when wisdom fails and stubborness pervades, or when I should shake idle bones or take the wounded's rest.

I wouldn't really know but I might as well try something. I was struck by a line from the latest Indiana Jones movie at the end when someone said, "So much of life is wasted in waiting". But I am waiting because there isn't else much to do. Honestly, possible mistakes scare me much more that could-have-beens. One could probably say that I am someone of little faith. But why should I argue to persist onwards when clearly I am a creature of ignorance.

So I wait. I am a hitchhiker on this empty and vast road to salvation and purpose.

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"The important thing is this: To be able at any moment to sacrifice what we are for what we could become." -Charles Dubois