Another way opens along the ground when you glance towards the bush that carries suffering like berries.
“We desire according to the desire of the other.” - Rene Girard Anti-septic joy-killers look for those who have honest relationships with their own hearts, while willfully seeking to back persons who wallow in well-financed ignorance and thoughtful thoughtlessness. Mourners remember, others ignore, the name of the last one lowered into the ground. Call on the people of the margins, those who suffer suffering, until the wizard behind the green curtain is revealed. Only then may we return to the place where we can desire for ourselves.
You, Who suffered on the cross - some say for our sakes, for my sake - and died. Tell me how the point of a nail through the wrist compares to my demon's daily grind and grinding of this present time which followed the grind in the present time of a moment ago and, if all Hell doesn't break loose, will be followed by the grind in the next moment in time? A comparison with future glory is necessary to keep considering the sufferings of this present time. Amen.