i am home. in a way. the reason i know that it is not all the way is because of the restlessness. i think home precludes restlessness. it must; i'm convinced in the way some people are confident in things they can't be sure of. yet we go on knowing.
at night, here, it is cold. i have left the mountain top and find myself in a valley. this is where faith is tested. "after every time of exaltation we are brought down with a sudden rush into things as they are where it is neither beautiful nor poetic nor thrilling." - oswald chambers
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