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"The awful tragedy of this life, as of the next, is not suffering. It is "suffering in vain." Or worse, it is suffering that could have been the elixir of nobility, transforming us into a godliness beyond description which, instead, has become the poison of bitterness and alienation.

"But this is equally certain: from the smoldering rubble of our lives, stricken and agonized though they be, there can arise, through Christ, an incredible shining joy, a joy in the image of Christ who is the image of God who overcame all things."

-Truman G. Madsen, Eternal Man

On Resurfacing (Again) only to Plunge Deeper

Humblegrumblemumble. It's November, the month of much-work-to-be-done. Much work to be done, not much discipline, it's going to be a month where I'll be doing a lot of work by myself. So when I go out to be "social," I'll just have to make the most of it.

This is what my life should be like. I'm alone and there's no reference to any surrounding world. So I wouldn't even realize it - it - so I feel like there's nothing to be missed. (A lie I whisper to myself at night to compensate for the fact I'm missing everything.) Solitude, T.A. Harrison.