November 1st, 2005


(no subject)

Reading "The Brothers Karamazov", I find myself casting judgment upon the characters. There is such vile evil in their actions and intentions. Yet true love judges no one. This is not a denial of sin, but the utmost recognition of one's own sin. It is a clear understanding of the horrible brokenness and sickness of the human condition; the sheer magnitude of it all. We are all so wrong. Only One is right.