These days while I'm writing I'm also looking at myself. I see two things. The first is that I'm almost never shocked by man's transgressions against God's laws. But I AM shocked by man transgressing lines that another man has drawn - even if the act itself is not strictly immoral but only insulting.
The second thing I've realized about myself is that my heart has never missed a beat or beat faster except in fear. Never in joy, or excitement, or even love.
I feel very flawed right now.
