What is it in us that makes us feel the need to keep pretending... we gotta let ourselves be.
If an army of monkeys were strumming on typewriters, they might write all the books in the British Museum.
We are celebrating the feast of the Eternal Birth which God the Father has borne and never ceases to bear in all eternity... But if it takes not place in me, what avails it? Everything lies in this, that it should take place in me.

