day no. 17,325: night mares and day stallions

“The center of every man's existence is a dream. Death, disease, insanity, are merely material accidents, like a toothache or a twisted ankle. That these brutal forces always besiege and often capture the citadel does not prove that they are the citadel.” ― G.K. Chesterton

Pain and suffering are a part of life, but they are not life itself. They cannot be easily ignored, but they should not be readily indulged. Sin seems indomitable, but it only seems that way. Death seems inevitable, but it only seems that way. When you have a toothache, it is all you can think about, but life goes on. You may not sleep or eat as well as you once did, but your life is not a living toothache, even if it feels like it. When your ankle is sprained, it dominates your life for a time. It changes the way you walk, but it does not change the fact that you still have places you have to walk to. Nightmares seem inescapable until you wake up. Good dreams do not go away with the morning. They dominate the waking hours as much as they do the night.