Once More to Dark Gethsemane

Failure is okay. It’s human and it’s healthy, and I think about it a lot.

I think about gathering darkness in which friends gathered together and ate a little supper and drank a little wine and talked about big ideas, like how love could be infinite even though their time together was finite. They probably failed to see just how finite that time really was, I’m sure. But that’s human. Continue reading