stealing quiet moments

i love breakfast. it's my favorite time of the day, i think. the house is calm and the morning still fresh. i steal a few quiet moments, to think. to sit still. to exist.

so, that was this morning. it's what i needed. and i am exceptionally pleased that grad school allows me to have slow mornings.

been spending a lot of time studying graham greene. in light of this, everyone in waco seems quite concerned about the state of my soul. i understand. people who don't think literature is powerful are...well...silly. but, soul intact thus far. questions and doubts certainly. but it probably wouldn't be worth it if there weren't.

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He felt sick with fear, his stomach ached, and his mouth was dry with the drink. He began to talk aloud to himself because he couldn't stand the silence any more. . . Then he began to cry, beating his head gently against the wall. . . He felt only an immense disappointment because he had to go to God empty-handed, with nothing done at all. It seemed to him, at that moment, that it would have been quite easy to have been a saint. It would only have needed a little self-restraint and a little courage. He felt like someone who had missed happiness by seconds at an appointed place. He knew now that at the end there was only one thing that counted - to be a saint.

Greene's "The Power and the Glory"