Coma
How sad it is that this soul so quickly falls unconscious, forgetting that it will be held to account for everything. How can one so suddenly become so heedless, shooting off like that, uncaring of the consequences? How can one’s faith be so minute — like the mustard seed of the parables of a churchgoing [...]
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