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“You cannot devote your life to an abstraction. Indeed, life shatters all abstractions in one way or another, including words such as "faith" or "belief". If God is not in the very fabric of existence for you, if you do not find Him (or miss Him!) in the details of your daily life, then religion is just one more way to commit spiritual suicide.”

Quote by Christian Wiman

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Ambition and Survival: Becoming a Poet

This book delves into the personal journeys of poets, examining the passion, dedication, and perseverance required to navigate the complex world of literary creation and the quest for a lasting legacy. more

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Christian Wiman
Christian Wiman

Christian Wiman, born in 1966, is a renowned American poet known for his profound religious reflections and unique poetic style. His works have won him widespread acclaim from readers and critics. more

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