Some Minutes of "The Signal"

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If your fourteen kids were slaughtered because you belittled a God for having less, at least you know you got under a God's skin. If your grief hardened you so much that you became a rock, at least you don't doubt the legitimacy of your grief. If your fate is to revisit that loss with every rainfall, weeping intermittently for the rest of time, at least know you care Enough.

Priests grow up to be poets and philosophers.

Movement is what the eye holds on to, and gripping movement is how we know genius when we see it. Everyone stops, so they won't distract themselves.

There's the discovery and the watching someone else make one, to discover what was unique to you. An inclination to smugness can make this pleasant, to make up for the unpleasantness it brought you to before.

Running in place makes for resentful muscles.