Go where you don't belong...

He speaks of the power of trying, because he has fallen and struggled to stand. He speaks of generosity because he battles selfishness. He speaks of joy because he has known sorrow. He speaks of faith because he almost lost his, and know what it is to be broken, in need of redemption. He speaks of thanks because he is grateful for the totality of this life. Not just the easy parts. And it seems it won't be getting easier. Not at all. Not one bit. 

And so it spins...

A spark in the dark...

I have a hunch the future is darker than I could ever imagine and there is less reason for hope than I am able to see. It makes me grateful there is only so much I can see, and I am left mostly with questions. Grateful, also, that hope is not a reasonable thing. Though I have seen my share of darkness, I am spared perceiving much of it. And here is why I hope beyond a reasonable doubt: I think that as the darkness grows, it makes the dim lights that are left seem brighter. And the darker it gets, the brighter the light appears, until it is so luminous, eventually, even falling shadows are filled with it.