Glory of the Season
Is there such a thing as a peaceful moment? Can quietness be found, anywhere in this whole wide world of hustle and bustle; where peace is associated with hippies and sometimes even Buddhism; where quietness is forced rather than embraced and accepted? Streets of injustice are found on every other block of the city we know as our hearts; delight in the things that spring forth from man's hands: we run to them. Daily, people in this world lash out; they go the extra mile only to realize that their cuffed hands are dirty and guilty of murdering the innocent. Rivers of guilt plague souls all the time... And we try to erase any guilt by leaving trails of goodness around the parts of our hearts that seem to dirty to be cleaned. What happens is a battle: between two things in our hearts longing for the same thing, trying to receive that thing using two different methods; What the two things inside of us desire is an encounter with a god; one wants the...