We are the skins of dead men. We collect skins. Oh, but we would cherish its skin; it has such a lovely skin... and it would live forever as a skin.
When you're outnumbered, at least you can be indiscriminate in what you target.
Madness string 52
It breaks my heart, honestly. We were taught love over hate. We were taught to be servants. We were taught to pay attention to the plank in our own eye before worrying about the speck of sawdust in our neighbor's. I don't recognize the church where I grew up. I don't recognize my parents anymore, either.