The human heart longs for freedom--longs for fascination-- it longs. The deep cries unto deep-- the craving never vanishes, the longing never subdued, and the heart not yet stopped from beating. How absurd that our bodies are even actually tactile, present, and that for some odd reason this spirit inside of us is contained within a mass full of micro cellular life. I see old ladies with a wild spirit of fire that await the day their bodies will comply with the LIFE of their human spirit.

For all will be made ALIVE in Christ.

It is here that the human spirit takes the dare, the climb, the venturing not to a place unknown, but to a dimension unknown-- to a way of life unknown-- where the inconceivable is conceived. Into God-- so simple in his complexity, and yet so complex in his simplicity.

Once the human spirit is set free and made alive, there is no treading water, only treading a sweet, awe-inspired reverence-- infused with the very miracle of life.