“The man who has come to hate the world has escaped sorrow. But he who has attachment to anything visible is not yet delivered from grief. For how is it possible not to be sad at the loss of something we love?” – –St. John Climacus

When we place our hearts in things that pass away we are filled with pain. Filled with grief. We so desperately want to hold them, attach to them. Yet they continually slip through our fingers. Water dripping through the cracks.

To end the pain we can only hold to that which does not abandon us. Which never decays. Never dies.


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