In my mind, I have this picture of you. You’re in a crowd, deluged in an ocean of nameless people. But you’re not lost in them. In the middle of a sea of grey, featureless forms, you stand out in fierce, vibrant, individual, radiant beauty. You’re the only one I can see.
A hard mind and hard heart tends to unrelenting ruthlessness, but a soft mind and soft heart tends to wayward wandering. A soft mind and hard heart tends to flappable foolishness, but a hard mind and soft heart is the chosen clay of which the crafter says, “Of this refuse will I make something beautiful and of this frailty will I make a strong vessel.”