They say hope begins in the dark. That faith is the bird that feels light when the sky is still dim. But with every tomorrow we carry our past. It echoes beneath our feet. There are no clean slates.
The faith and the crown are the two pillars that hold up this world. One collapses, so does the other.
Faith is a story of order humans impose on the chaos of their existence so their soft brains can bear it.
Whatever you imagine people might have done, just don’t lose faith in their humanity, because when you do, that’s when you make the monster.
We are not champions of progress. We are champions of faith. We have a duty to be different, which is why we live with privations and sacrifices, while beyond these walls, life is comfort and pleasure. At times, these privations and sacrifices seem incomprehensible, wrong to us. But they are neither. In truth, they are mysterious. And we have a duty to be mysterious as well. This is our strength.