"So these days, I honor the builders. Those who have made high and lofty towers or those still limping along at the base. Those who have built once and decided to start again, and those who have been building for decades, creating a shelter for the rest of us.

To those whose love I dismissed so easily because it didn’t look fulfilling to the untrained eye, I see you now. I see how you walk through days and years of knowing another person, of letting go of who you thought they were and holding on at the same time to who they are and who they will become.

If you’re going through the motions, I see the art in that. I now know how foolish I was to think the motions were boring and uninspired. Motion brings movement and life when things have gone dry." - www.flysoftly.wordpress.com

Some words just strike a chord within you. They hit you and then resonate within you for a time, and then for a time again. Poetic truth. Its like the sweet nectar that draws us worker bees in. Built deep within us, there is this hunger for the truth and for beauty. 

Insta-fix. Insta-good. Insta-holiness. Insta-everything. Insta-piss me off.
If God were an insta-God, we'd all be eternally, irrevocably damned.