We exist suspended between delay and that future we are told is ahead of us. Little advances humanity. We rush too much, as if it is demanded. Each of us controls our pace, or attempts to.
We are here, bounded by missed connections and unfortunate misunderstandings. Nostalgia is not often favorable. Blind curiosity. We fail to recognize where we are. We seek faith.
We do have the communal capacity, but resist assistance or the temptation. Recycling our sins, striving to keep up with the morally reprehensible, we try to find our own Jesus.
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