He who for us is life itself descended here and endured our death and slew it by the abundance of his life. In a thunderous voice he called us to return to him, at that secret place where he came forth to us.

confessions, iv.19

Christians standing guard during a church service in lahore province, pakistan. sobering to think that our brothers and sisters still need guns to protect them. and relieving to realize that these men are only protecting the real warriors, and that the real fight is going on behind them in that compound. and it is a fight that we have already won. even so, come quickly Lord Jesus.

“All you need for a movie is a gun and a girl.”

Jean-Luc Godard

i should note that i'm surprisingly comfortable with this.

via the impossible cool. another blog every person should read daily.

It is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out how the strong man stumbled, or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes short again and again, who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, and spends himself in a worthy cause, who at best knows achievement and who at the worst if he fails at least fails while daring greatly so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.

Teddy Roosevelt

props to Ash.H.