Put your hands in the ashes. Feel them. Really let the tips of your fingers feel the tiny bits, the grains that the fire did not destroy, and let the questions flow from there. The little bits are the questions, left unasked, the anger left unexpressed, the love left unsaid, the wine left in a glass half......................................................
My love for all my friends, family, and life in general has never been greater. There is but one shining point that outweighs all other, that my dear brother has found the one. That all is in vain is ridiculous. That eventually, even statistically, good happens. Keep the fire burning, believe in the best, prepare for the worst, and love all that happens betwixt.
Question authority, wonder why a jew is the focal point for christians, and never back down if you really believe in your reasoning. Buddha is fat and a liar, and he laughs at that very fact.
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