“ Horror on earth is real and it is everyday. It is like a flower or like the sun, it cannot be contained. ”
Because horror on Earth is real and it is every day. It is like a flower or like the sun, it cannot be contained.
~ Alice Sebold
These were the lovely bones that had grown around my absence: the connections-sometimes tenuous, sometimes made at great cost, but often magnificent-that happened after I was gone. And I began to see things in a way that let me hold the world without me in it. The events that my death wrought were merely the bones of a body that would become whole at some unpredictable time in the future. The price of what I came to see as this miraculous body had been my life.
Life is a perpetual yesterday for us.
You save yourself or you remain unsaved.