I am going to eat Vaseline

it is snowing, rather fiercly, here in good old rexburg.
it's breathtaking
how it flies at it's bent angles
succumbing to the wishes of the wind
how it dances in the halos of streetlights and walkway lamps-
and how it covers the ground so smoothly and perfectly.

It's sad though, that only when it's snowing do i realize the profundity of being washed

by way of the blood of Christ, "as white as snow."
as i was walking around aimlessly tonight
from my apartment to the street, it occured to me how sin must, in some light or another, look to the Father as he gazes

still lovingly
at our hearts.

I am going to quote myself
quoting good old ayn

"It's simple. Tell them to laugh at everything. Tell them that a sense of humor is an unlimited virtue. Don't let anything remain sacred in a man's soul- and his soul won't be sacred to him. Kill reverence and you've killed the hero in man...Here's another way. Don't allow men to be happy. Happiness is self-contained and self-sufficient. Happy men have no time and no use for you. Happy men are free men."

- The Fountainhead (telling you who said it would give too much away)

When all is said and done, I am happy (or at least making the efforts on learning to be). I wake up every morning with the full expectation of it being a good day (I'm still tired and don't want to get out of bed, but that's normal). I have a feeling that it is because I am so busy, that everyday is harder than the last. Funny how that enhances the pleasure of staring at the sky, of walking down streets strewn with snow.