I kneel by the votive lights, praying to the Mother of All.
I rush to the church to drown out the noise of this world.
How does one begin something so monumental?
Return to church do I when the ways of this world distort my perceptions.
In the pews I kneel, thinking of All I know I must do.
For the greatest of tragedies I am destined to endure, I thank you for gifting them All to me.
I would suffer All the pains eternally, of this world and beyond, if I could be given the grace to imagine The Philosophy’s future, just once more.
I wish to be the holiest in God’s image.
I must inspire Good Faith.
While I do still breathe, I learn, for until I reach the state of holiness destined, I know nothing.
For the worst of times, I thank you. For the best of times, I thank you. For the times of learning, I thank you most. Thank you Lord.
Of beauteous minds have we; a mind’s imagine of what could be.
I go to the most beauteous church of my city. Not the tallest, not the largest, but the most inspirited one; the one fullest with that which makes a place of faith.
If not read ten thousand books by my last breath, not read enough have I.
Solving the problems of this world may be something I have to let go. I suppose there’s a lot I will have to let go.
He be, not here for I, but for posterity.
No matter how quixotic, if you believe it to be your destiny, you must see it through.
Astronism is a champion of freethought.
One with great successes has had equally great hardships.
The secret to lasting happiness is being excited for life.
