I am so hungry for adventure my heart is soon to burst. I long to feel silken clouds trail wispy strands through my fingers and hear my heartbeat drum in the crevices of dark earth. I want to meet the star-swept horizon and look it in the eyes, feel the far and high rock beneath my feet. I need to see what's over the mountain, and ever on, ever on.

Show me rich cultures of laughter and wine, what desperation breaks and hope springs free. The courage of humanity in brimming, staunch faith; innovation and creativity daring to escape that neutrality of sarcastic agnosticism, that guise of unthinking, uncaring passivity in the stubborn, shallow dedication to the simplicity of political correctness, to rise in knowing, faithful compassion and finally embrace a humbling wisdom and single truth. Show me!

There is a trust here and it is quite a beautiful thing. A heady, intoxicating faith. A clear-eyed readiness.

Purpose, that's the word. A calm, strong, ready purpose.

Grace

Many times instead of using Grace as a gift of love we bestow upon another we use it as an excuse for our own prejudice and failings - condescendingly giving grace in a false show of humility and love to those who have never wronged our persons but have only infringed upon our imperfect sensibilities. This is made all the worse when we have convinced ourselves in the name of godliness and love that we are doing a great thing. We are throwing the blameless and innocent to the wolves so that we may be convinced of our own heroism when we rescue them. God forbid the innocent ever becomes convinced that our judgment of them is truth and that their naivete finds them wanting because it is not as aggressive as the social hierarchy we idolize.