I called upon the Lord in my distress, and he heard me from his Temple. My cry reached his ears. 1 Samuel 22:7

There are more ways to be wrong just as there are a million ways to die. But I wanted to be free and struggled for it from the beginning but, it seems now, mostly  as an observer. Freedom however, like wisdom, is heavy and scary in the foxhole, unlike on paper. Now I am hanging onto God so I can continue to exist. We are a long time dead, and a long time forgotten, together with all our other physical possessions.