Zhahn

Everything in life seems to move according to a circular pattern. God has implanted throughout all creation a definitive synergy, a concrete rhythm. It has been supposed that we create our own patterns. It has been supposed that life has no meaning save for what scraps of hemmed in philosophy we sloppily throw together and shake up in the bag. As a child, through secular schooling, I was indoctrinated with that methodology – indirectly, of course. A direct assault on the senses would be regarded as somehow crass and vulgar. And so an indirect route is traversed. Like with many families, my parents elected to allow me free reign over my reli