-- The shooting stars tonight were really beautiful. It's a shame that kind of thing doesn't happen more often. Well, shooting stars do happen on any old night.. you just have to be more patient--to look harder. It's kinda like Easter, I guess. All of the closet fanatics come out for the one day of the year that EVERYONE is supposed to celebrate Christ, but only the truly saved seek after Him daily. I should go stargazing more often.
-- What compels someone to drive into the middle of somewhere, park his car and stare into the night sky by himself? No voices or bodies near him. It felt like swimming in solitude, reveling in loneliness. What am I going to do when someone actually comes to the rescue?
-- Tomorrow is Tuesday.. and I'm going to Seven. Heck... maybe I'll just go stargazing again. If you want me somewhere, you call me out. I want to see what happens.
-- One reason I love the Olympics is because I get to see people at the very pinnacle of their life achievements. I mean, when it comes to athletics.. nothing beats the Olympics. I wonder what my pinnacle will be like.. who I'll share those moments with.
-- I wonder if I'll ever be a Best Man. Seems unlikely.
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