Every morning I go through a whole series of things that I do in the same pattern. I think that this becomes more prevalent as we get older.

In my writing today, I considered how today is called Wednesday, the middle of the week.

Sometimes I can see eternity. There are moments when music can usher-in the sense, the knowing, of how we are eternal beings.

I don’t want to say that I lived, and yet that I didn’t.  A lot of the time is spent thinking of this and that.

There are so many things that appear normal, even good and cool, but which Satan invented and introduced into the earth to destroy many.