Intellectual refinement’s one thing. Moral refinement’s something different.

“it’s the little sparks that fly and then land like dynamite…it’s just the simple things, pure incidentals…”

“soaring on the wings of selfish pride i flew too high and like Icharus i collide… to turn away and not become another nail to pierce the skin of one who loves more deeply than the oceans, more abundant than the tears of a world—embracing every heartache..”