I hate that word dysfunction.
There is no point when all the material benefits of the world add up to a general state of happiness. It is the Great Misconception.
Power isn't having the world at your fingertips; it is having the world at your fingertips and being able to give it up!
Any goal without salvation as its ultimate end is as pointless as trying to live forever on this earth.
For much of my life I floundered under the excuse of "nobody's perfect," the liberating and over-used phrase that affords guys like me the freedom to pile up sins in a careless and unchecked way. Ironically, being perfect is precisely what we are called to be!
To be a real man is to be unattached - not from responsibility or justice - but from those dependencies that inhibit responsibility and justice.
Living out one's faith is either no way to live or the only way to live; it's either imprisonment, or the only path to freedom. It offers happiness, or it frustrates the pursuit. There is no half-love, half-religion, half-worship, half-belief, half-truth. There is no kinda-sorta.
I am one of those who hold that poetry is never so blithe as in a wanton and irregular subject.
I think there are people out there writing original bluegrass songs, but it's hard to get them out on the air.
Freedom means you're free to do just whatever pleases you; if, of course that is to say, what you please is what you may.
I didnt ask to save rock, I dont even like rock that much.