I've Lived Out West Some... I've Always

That's Just Pain She Said. It Goes Eventually. And When It's Gone, There's No Lasting Memory. Not The Worst Of It Anyway. It Fades. Our Minds Aren't Made To Hold On To The Particulars Of Pain The Way We Do Bliss. It's A Gift God Gives Us, A Sign Of His Care For Us.

My Opinion Was That If Hogs Are Biting You So Often That You Have To Stop And Make Up A Specific Word For It, Maybe Lack Of Vocabulary Is Not Your Most Pressing Problem.

It's A Good Thing War Is So Terrible Or Else We'd Get To Liking It Too Much.

Claim Your Space. Draw A Circle Of Light Around It. Push Back Against The Dark. Don't Just Survive. Celebrate.

Mainly Because People Were What They Were And You Couldn't Change Them. Most Of The Time, They Couldn't Change Themselves, Even If They Were Desperate To Be Somebody Different From Who They Were. So, Best Keep Your Distance.