Alright, so let's... there's only a few days left in the year now, less than a week, but if the rest of the year has been an indication this week is going to last two somehow. Things are so strange.
I have a lot to say but none of it really belongs here. Snippets, maybe. Wisdom doesn't exist for its own sake, not even as a practicality so much as a guiding principle. We call wise those who speak of love because loving is something we do every day. Wisdom requires us to worship, in order to appreciate it or in order for it to be wisdom. But in order for us to take wisdom into ourselves we must also open ourselves up to take folly in as well.
My dreams haven't been as strange as they should be; it's my waking that's strange, but these influences don't offer up immediate strangeness in itself. Seeds for later.
Any detail could save a life. Pray in all things that everything you do has wings of its own.
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