I Am (a) L(atter) D(ay) S(aint)

I've been practicing hugging the people I love for years now, and I get through it.

Sew up the loose threads I left hanging when I fled my past.

Those who do not remember the past are condemned to repeat it.

The god to whom I pray is all parts unconditonal love, no part vengenance or retribution.

Forgiveness is giving up all hope of having a different past.

Forgiving is not the same as obliterating memory.

"Nothing" left an awful lot of scars. It's not the kind of scar tissue a kid gets playing on the jungle gym. Someone put it there.

People underestimate the capacity of things to disappear.

Perhaps religion really was the opiate of the masses as Marx had claimed; I didn't care.

For my whole adult life, I've been chastising myself for failing to communicate well with my father. Now I remembered why I never managed it. Trying to talk to him is like playing one of those carnival games-the coke bottle ringtoss or dart the balloon. It looks rediculously easy, but when I actually try it, the coke bottles and balloons become bizarrely evasive, and I always miss.