To Wretchard:
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They twist flowers into wreaths to the point where you begin to wonder whether humanity is capable of goodness at all; that maybe even our impulses to charity are despicable urges in disguise. Sometimes that path leads to despair; at other times to faith because it implies we are incapable of saving ourselves unless it were through undeserved grace.
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From the vantage point of my years, what impresses me about humanity is that love and nobility do exist. They are sometimes hidden so deeply that I despair ever to see them again. And then, from some deep well comes a gift of love, a noble gesture that is so totally unexpected that it seems like a ray of sun breaking through roiling storm clouds. I sometimes believe that these hidden human strengths are what keeps God from pressing reset and starting all over again. It surprises even Him and He holds off for a while longer just to see where this experiment is going.