With great joy I now realize that I would much rather spend the remainder of my life knowing, desiring, having found, but never having, than instead reach the the terminus knowing that for all my seeking, I never found it, never knew it, and yes, perhaps questioning if I had done all that I could have done to find and if I had been faithful to myself and that which is truth.
This article is far too cryptic. I haven’t the foggiest idea what the subject matter is. Possibly generated while being smitten. If not, then I’ve no idea. I sure do talk a bunch of nonsense. I recognize that Hearthoard refers to Orson Scott Card’s Mithermage saga. Whatever it was I do hope it was healthy.