I figured it out: we're all the same-- exactly the same. We all struggle through the exact same things-- temptations, sins, heartbreaks, loneliness, failures, confusion. The only difference is that some of us have been saturated in truth for so long that our struggles are illuminated in our minds more clearly, like those puzzles from childhood made of red and green dots of different shades and sizes, so muddled together that they don't make any sense, but only until you put on the magical green glasses that make the red dots stand out like the dancing elephant that they truly are. Falling can't be measured in degrees. The speed of gravity is universal. We're all fallen, in the past tense, lying flat on the floor at the base of the cliff. Only some of us feel more broken than others, with our magical green glasses on.
Song of the day: "Lily, Rosemary, and the Jack of Hearts" by the Dylan
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