tire not from service for she is the north star footsteps of sacrifice seek heat of warm hearth salvific pursuit Sophia our path psychopomp recursive recompense against wrath
tire not from service for she is the north star footsteps of sacrifice seek heat of warm hearth salvific pursuit Sophia our path psychopomp recursive recompense against wrath
Isn’t it only the indulgent man who can disdain himself enough to muster the hatred to look for the ugliness inside him—some men even with a grin and gallows humor?
The Prodigal