God does not love us because we are good.
He makes us good because he loves us.
All things are full of labor; man cannot utter it: the eye is not satisfied with seeing, nor the ear filled with hearing.
From a homeless guy, Tristan, on Peachtree ave
to David the Barista who doesn't even like coffee
to William, the warrior in the woods
From Martha, the retired carnival worker...
I love my friends, even when I can't take a decent self portrait.)
I cannot stop. I must keep moving.