No rules in breakable heaven...

The leap of faith is this: you have to believe, or at least pretend you believe until you really believe it, that you are strong enough to take life face on. You just avoid thinking about any of the nasty minutiae of the real world, don't get caught up in that awful boring thing, with its bills and laundry and groceries and arguments over whose turn it is to take out the trash and all that. Turns out there is an actual saga going on right in front of you. A grand epic. A tale as old as time. A story of loss and betrayal. Of being lost and found again.

Undecided in the clouds above...

When I’m found I feel lost...

I think some things we must always be unable to bear. Some things we should never just accept and we must never stop refusing to bear them. Injustice and outrage and dishonor and shame. No matter how young or how old we have gotten. Not for kudos and not for some sort of principle: not for pleasing others or for some momentarily glory. We must just refuse to bear them.

A longing to wander tears his heart when he hears trees rustling in the wind at evening. If one listens to them silently for a long time, this longing reveals its kernel, its meaning. It is not so much a matter of escaping from one's suffering, though it may seem to be so. It is a longing for home, for a memory of the one who raised you, for new metaphors for life. Every path leads homeward, every step is birth, every step is death, every grave is a new beginning.