Desire Reveals Design, And Design Reveals Destiny.

You Would Not Ask Someone With A Broken Arm To Swim The English Channel, So You Cannot Demand That The Broken To Live As If They Were Whole.

Desire, Both The Whispers And The Shouts, Is The Map We Have Been Given To Find The Only Life Worth Living.

Contentment Can Only Happen As We Increase Desire, Let It Run Itself Out Towar Its Fulfilment, And Carry Us Along With It.

We Are Not Inviting—we Are Guarded. Most Of Our Energy Is Spent Trying To Hide Our True Selves, And Control Our Worlds To Have Some Sense Of Security.

We Don't Live In The Garden. We Live Far From Eden. Every Life Is Full Of Heartaches. Every Life, Frankly, Is Unspeakably Sad.