Monthly Archives: April 2016

A Prologue to the Dialog (the Right Beginning for Speaking to my Friends about Fiction) and the Only Holy One to Whom our Explorations Should be Directed

Dear Father, every time that I experience a long season of gray weather inside my mind and sleepwalking throughout the days you have laid before me like an endless line of rooms down a long, dark hallway, I feel the high burden of my own self and my own failure and there is nothing I can do about it, except

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