This world has – it possesses, it carries, it wears as a badge – value. Inherited from the generations before it – generations of dirt, of rock and water and bugs and lizards and hyenas and homo sapiens. Generations leading back to a first. Back to a word – the Word – spoken into the darkness like a firecracker. We are illuminated with worth. And the world knows it. When we stop a minute with the distractions and the games we hear it groaning and pleading for affirmation because despite the decay and the ugly it knows. It is defiantly confident that beauty comes from ashes. But too often the people…
A fundamentalist turned freedom chaser with an obnoxiously stubborn faith.