Hypothesizing was a luxury. Equal parts luxury and bondage. There’s only one thing that matters now.

Grace is given. Grace is abused. Grace is given.

I can wear many hats. Most don’t fit me. But I couldn’t tell you which ones.

Sometimes it’s a hard reset. A 24 hour fast. Others, is a gradual change. What was once bright is strangely dim. I can see better when the lights are low.

In for the attack. But why? What provoked you in the first place?