We who believed pain was wickedness: How wrong we have been.
Love and truth are the sharpest virtues.
They will tear your soul when you embrace them.
Embrace them.
Don't let go, though your blood runs steady down your sides.
You have not loved until you see it pooling red around your feet.
You have not been true until truth's sharp edges strike the bone.
Pain is not a curse.
It is a clearing in the woods.
God is there, and every human life surrounds it.
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