I'm becoming more and more myself with time. I guess that's what grace is. The refinement of your soul through time.
My mother - the Irish side of the family - was very musical. My mother was a singer; there was music around the house all the time.
Words can have no single fixed meaning. Like wayward electrons, they can spin away from their initial orbit and enter a wider magnetic field. No one owns them or has a proprietary right to dictate how they will be used.

