You never even worried with Jane, whether your hand was sweaty or not. All you knew was, you were happy. You really were. - J. D. Salinger

I privately say to you, old friend... please accept from me this unpretentious bouquet of early-blooming parentheses: (((()))).

When you don't see Jesus for exactly what he was, you miss the whole point of the Jesus Prayer. If you don't understand Jesus, you can't understand his prayer — you don't get the prayer at all, you just get some kind of organized cant. Jesus was a supreme adept, by God, on a terribly important mission.

I have scars on my hands from touching certain people.