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, written by Jeremy. Read the commentary.

It is too easy to grow desperate.

As though life were a hill. The greasy floor of the slaughter house. At the bottom lies the gaping maw of desperate living, foul choices, and black thoughts.

It seems so but isn’t that a deception? Isn’t that a consequence of laziness rather than a consequence of life?

Aren’t we surrounded by beauty, by great thoughts, by brilliance?

What is so hard then … so impossible … to be intentional and strong in our response to the desperation that threatens us daily? Why is it so taxing to stand and face that dark wave which rolls in with the dawn?

I would look for the song today, the art, the purity … this darkness is not for me … it is not for us.

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