Faith is the art of holding on to things your reason has once accepted in spite of your changing moods
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| — | C.S. Lewis |
nonsense
I’ve always been confused by beauty. The true meaning of the insides and the outs. When I imagine perfection I imagine a jumble of things, but if I haven’t reached that perfection yet how can I know what it is? I don’t and I won’t until I free myself of the idea that I know what I want this instant, right now, forever. I don’t know and I never know, but when I finally do, somewhere deep inside of me, will know.





