January 23, 1999: Invitations to recreate what’s savored
Sight is that of insight, judged heavily by the imagination. It lives by and hates by, all that feeds its wicked self. But! Is it accepted as being a tool—to help carve and rebuild? God patiently waits for man to sit still—it’s so easy to block the sun from your weary eyes, to shield your skin from the winters bite. It’s just as easy to turn away from messages being sent. Sight becomes insight unless blinded by self.