For Fear Will Rob Him Of All

I Have Always Found That Actively Loving Saves One From A Morbid Preoccupation With The Shortcomings Of Society.

There Is A Lovely Road That Runs From Ixopo Into The Hills.

Sorrow Is Better Than Fear. Fear Is A Journey,a Terrible Journey, But Sorrow Is At Least An Arrival. When The Storm Threatens, A Man Is Afraid For His House. But When The House Is Destroyed, There Is Something To Do. About A Storm He Can Do Nothing, But He Can Rebuild A House.

What Broke In A Man When He Could Bring Himself To Kill Another? What Broke When He Could Bring Himself To Thrust Down The Knife Into The Warm Flesh, To Bring Down The Axe On The Living Head, To Cleave Down Between The Seeing Eyes, To Shoot The Gun That Would Drive Death Into The Beating Heart?

For Fear Will Rob Him Of All If He Gives Too Much.