This pleases me.
I love it when cats have this reaction to things, it’s just like, “HUMAN, EXPLAIN THIS BULLSHIT.”
I don’t want anyone to hurt or feel lonely, but I don’t know how to make it better for others when I can’t even make it OK for myself.
This is my idea of a perfect Saturday afternoon. A gentle rain is falling, a scented candle is burning, a cup of tea is brewing, and a stack of books is waiting.
All that glitters might be cold.
I’ve never quite understood why some people reference Bible passages in online bios, in email signatures, on bumper stickers. Do these verses define who and what they are? Do the words serve as a reminder of who they would like to be? Are they hoping to shine a light into the dark hearts of heathens? Or is it more of a membership ID, so God can easily locate His people when it comes time to fill His Google Circles?
The logical explanation is that these nuggets of wisdom have influenced their lives in a significant way. But if that’s the case, why hasn’t it caught on to reference other books that have impacted us in a profound manner? Reading is a religion unto itself, and there is no shortage of inspiration from the women and men who have bared their souls between the pages of a book.
If this — John 3:16 — isn’t going away, then let’s make this — “Man’s Search for Meaning,” fourth paragraph, p. 48 — a thing.
Pathways to new worlds.