"Have pity on those who are fearful of taking up a pen, or a paintbrush, or an instrument, or a tool because they are afraid that someone has already done so better than they could, and who feel themselves to be unworthy to enter the marvelous mansion of art. But have even more pity on those who, having taken up the pen, or the paintbrush, or the instrument, or the tool have turned inspiration into a paltry thing, and yet feel themselves to be better than others. Neither of these kinds of people know thy law that says, 'For there is nothing covered that will not be revealed, nor hidden that will not be known' "
-the pilgrimage
it was one of those reads.
the kind where you wish you could read the book forever. it never ending.
the journey still twisting and loving the characters.
this author has been given the gift of dreaming and invoking that within others.
life has been abnormal. but i love the people that have been kind and selfless to me.
this is a good time for changes. and i getting a tiny bit closer to where i want to be.
my heavenly father loves me dearly. i see it everyday.
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