One of the realities we're all called to go through is to move from repulsion to compassion and from compassion to wonderment.

Gravity and sadness yank us down, and hope gives us a nudge to help one another get back up or to sit with the fallen on the ground, in the abyss, in solidarity.

We're in a freefall into future. We don't know where we're going. Things are changing so fast, and always when you're going through a long tunnel, anxiety comes along. And all you have to do to transform your hell into a paradise is to turn your fall into a voluntary act. It's a very interesting shift of perspective and that's all it is... joyful participation in the sorrows and everything changes.

Where does one go from a world of insanity? Somewhere on the other side of despair.

Emerging from an Abyss and entering it again — that is Life, is it not?

If all the darkness each of us carries within us, all our angers and unhappiness and bad moments were pulled out of us and given shape, we would all create monsters.

If grief can be a doorway to love, then let us all weep for the world we are breaking apart so we can love it back to wholeness again.

We have to heal our wounded world. The chaos, despair, and senseless destruction we see today are a result of the alienation that people feel from each other and their environment.

within the chaos of our shame and disappointment and rage there is meaning, and within that meaning is the possibility of rescue.

for by compassion we make anothers misery our own, and so by relieving them, we relieve our selves also.

People keep themselves at a tolerable height above an infernal abyss toward which they gravitate only by putting out all their strength and lovingly helping one another. They are tied together by ropes, and it's bad enough when the ropes around an individual loosen and he drops somewhat lower than the others into empty space; ghastly when the ropes break and he falls. That's why we should cling to the others.

Where does madness leave off and reality begin?

After desolation, grief brings back our humanity

This madness has come on us for our sins.