This life truly is a mystery. The further I go, the less I know for sure. Everywhere I turn is a paradox. Every step I take leads me toward the unknown and away from familiarity. I don’t want my faith to shake yet it is hard not to be afraid that I am being led astray. I went from the merry-go-round to a run-away-mine-train. When will I truly know the conductor? (1987)
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