D.D. 08/29/06

"Who can disentangle that twisted and intricate knottiness? Foul is it: I hate to think on it, to look on it .... I sank away from Thee, and I wandered, my God, too much astray from Thee my stay, in these days of my youth, and I became to myself a barren land." - St. Augustine of Hippo, Confessions 2.10.18