There is a battle for life, to live well one must often wage up
against the forces that would cause us harm, one must take up the fight, accept
the blows and wounds and scars that come.
An existence unmarked by the ferocity of life is often lived with pleasure
but eventually there will be no well to draw from which one can drink the
nourishment of the meanings of being alive.
When one is old the scars upon their naked body will testify to a life of
prolonged and consistent communion with God who bore them up often and carried
them through the Great Garden Mysteries of The Divine paths of life.
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