Jesus Christ, I've done something wrong, something egregious. But, lord! The people I do harm to have already forgiven me! For what do I torment myself? What more can I expect from this beautifully surreal world? Finally, Ralph Drinkwater gets zoomed in.
one day of all last, stubbing from the dark woods from my own, my family and my country’s past, in my hands is truth, that love grows from forgiveness, that from destruction comes renovation, that the evidence of gods exists in our connections to one another. This much, at least, I figured out. I know this much is true.