Tag: passive

As I come to write this morning, Father, it is pitch-black dark outside. The only light, beyond the occasional passing vehicle, is the lights in the room where I sit. This is the world in which I find myself. Even after the sun...

As I come to write this morning, Father, it is pitch-black dark outside. The only light, beyond the occasional passing vehicle, are the lights in the room where I sit. This is the world in which I find myself. Even after the sun...