I search for venues like this for one simple reason, one that is often overlooked and that I have written endlessly about…
Being in the midst of solace gives me something that I am unable to get anywhere else, a conduit to an indefatigable supply of sanity.
Is sanity a state of being, an element, a place? That in itself may be impossible to quantify, but one thing is certain. Sanity is something that is often taken for granted.
So… I find myself here again savoring what is an untenable concept for many people. Breathing deeply, letting that which would burden, be eviscerated.
God lives in venues such as this… Where a whisper is tantamount to a shout.
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