In A 50 Mile Radius Around Chicago One Can See The Red Aura Of Pain, Agony, Terror, Anger From All The Animals Being Butchered There.
Here Is The Tragedy Of Theology In Its Distilled Essence: The Employment Of High-powered Human Intellect, Of Genius, Of Profoundly Rigorous Logical Deduction—studying Nothing. In The Middle Ages, The Great Minds Capable Of Transforming The World Did Not Study The World; And So, For Most Of A Millennium, As Human Beings Screamed In Agony—decaying From Starvation, Eaten By Leprosy And Plague, Dying In Droves In Their Twenties—the Men Of The Mind, Who Could Have Provided Their Earthly Salvation, Abandoned Them For Otherworldly Fantasies.
Godly Sorrow Is A Gift Of The Spirit. It Is A Deep Realization That Our Actions Have Offended Our Father And Our God. It Is The Sharp And Keen Awareness That Our Behavior Caused The Savior, He Who Knew No Sin, Even The Greatest Of All, To Endure Agony And Suffering.
Forest, I Fear You! In My Ruined Heart Your Roaring Wakens The Same Agony As In Cathedrals When The Organ Moans And From The Depths I Hear That I Am Damned.
I Keep Wondering If, Say, There Is Intelligent Life On Other Planets, The Scientists Argue That Something Like Two Percent Of The Other Planets Have The Conditions, The Physical Conditions, To Support Life In The Way It Happened Here, Did Christ Visit Each And Every Planet, Go Through The Same Routine, The Agony In The Garden, The Crucifixion, And So On.
The Point Is, There Is No Feasible Excuse For What Are, For What We Have Made Of Ourselves. We Have Chosen To Put Profits Before People, Money Before Morality, Dividends Before Decency, Fanaticism Before Fairness, And Our Own Trivial Comforts Before The Unspeakable Agonies Of Others
You Pierce My Soul. I Am Half Agony, Half Hope. Tell Me Not That I Am Too Late, That Such Precious Feelings Are Gone For Ever.
When A Book Comes Out I Wonder If One Person Will Buy It. It's Agony. Of Course It's Stupid, But It's Agony.
Human Existence Is A Brutal Experience To Me... It's A Brutal, Meaningless Experience - An Agonizing, Meaningless Experience With Some Oases, Delight, Some Charm And Peace, But These Are Just Small Oases. Overall, It Is A Brutal, Terrible Experience, And So It Salvation Is What Can You Do To Alleviate The Agony Of The Human Condition, The Human Predicament? That Is What Interests Me The Most.
The Cure Is In The House, Not Brought By Other Hands From Distant Places, But By Its Own, In Agony And Blood.
There Is That Great Proverb - That Until The Lions Have Their Own Historians, The History Of The Hunt Will Always Glorify The Hunter. That Did Not Come To Me Until Much Later. Once I Realized That, I Had To Be A Writer. I Had To Be That Historian. It's Not One Man's Job. It's Not One Person's Job. But It Is Something We Have To Do, So That The Story Of The Hunt Will Also Reflect The Agony, The Travail - The Bravery, Even, Of The Lions.
