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 In the moments of intimacy, Love virtuously obeys the grace of Chastity to quench the fire of concupiscence. Lust masquerades as 'True Love' and makes haste to do what is displeasing in the sight of God.

My heart is torn and my soul is crushed. My heart is heavy and my strength faded. I feel lost in a cloud with no way out. The fog is thick, but my heart cries out with all the joy I have left. Beautiful brokenness, You are my comforter. Beautiful brokenness, You are my peace. You’re all I want and need You’re all I want for eternity. Take all the frustration and confusion Take control of this heavy storm. You’re all I want and need You’re all I want for eternity. Beautiful brokenness, You are my song I rejoice in. Beautiful brokenness, You are more than the air I breathe. Let the whole world hear my broken heart

How can one fight a war alone? How can one fill the halls of castles on his own? How can one march into the gates of Hell alone? How can one celebrate victory when he is alone? How can one sail the mighty seas in the midst of storms alone? How can one fill the atmosphere of the sea with songs alone? How can one be at the helm and sails on his own? How can one fish for men when he has no one with him? He can't, no matter what he tells himself. He can't be bestowed masculinity when he's alone. He wasn't made to be alone, and he never will be. He fights and sails with brothers, and celebrates with them. Brothers fighting war after war; the wa

​She sang. She sang, and her voice flowed over him, flowered in his mind's eye, and her words were spun with a symphony of sensation - spider weaving her web; quicksilver pearls hanging in the air. The music came to life in her hands. The hills crescendoed and fell, an arpeggioed landscape. The joys and the delights staccatoed their smiles across her face like so many stars. And when the music turned to the adagio sorrows, the feelings flourished, poured from her heart and her mind and and her eyes and her fingertips dancing - she painted the sky with her soul and the colors were hardwired to his core. And he sang along, felt the mu

"The river flowed, wide and bountiful, its waters pure. Yet people did not go and take of its waters, though free. They preferred to pay for unclean water that even made them sick." "Isn't it absurd?", the Master asked. - - - "The river flowed, wide and bountiful, its waters pure. Some went to the river with an empty bottle, its cap on. They tried and they tried but could not get any water. Some of them even thought the river was an illusion." "Isn't it absurd?", the Master asked. - - - "The river had become polluted from the activities of men. One said to the others: Let's go up the mountain, where the water is cleaner" "Are you serio

"One mixed water with a powerful mind-altering, but poisonous drug and gave it to the others. They died within three days." "No", another man said, "this is no good. Let's dilute it with water." "They diluted the poison further, until they could not dilute it any longer, and they died within three years." "Some others thought it was very diluted and that there was no fun in it. They added some more poison and died within three months" "Isn't it absurd?", the Master asked.