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“To use our individual good or bad luck as a litmus test to determine whether or not God exists constructs an illogical dichotomy that reduces our capacity for true compassion. It implies a pious quid pro quo that defies history, reality, ethics, and reason. It fails to acknowledge that the other half of rising--the very half that makes rising necessary--is having first been nailed to the cross.”

Book:Tiny Beautiful Things: Advice on Love and Life from Dear Sugar

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Tiny Beautiful Things: Advice on Love and Life from Dear Sugar

This book features a series of essays that address a wide range of life's challenges, providing thoughtful and compassionate guidance on love, relationships, and personal growth. more

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Cheryl Strayed

Cheryl Strayed is an American author who gained fame with her memoir 'Wild', which tells the story of her solo hike on the Pacific Crest Trail. The novel, which was later adapted into a film, has been praised for its profound personal narrative and exploration of themes of female self-discovery. Her work has been celebrated for its deep personal storytelling and exploration of themes of female self-discovery. more

“Boney the snowman, was a crazy, whacked-out guy, with tattooed skin and a goofy grin, and he liked to get real high. There must have been some acid in the soda that he had, 'cause when he went and drank it, it screwed him up real bad. He led them to the psycho ward, right to the dear old doc. And when they asked him what was wrong he told them 'suck my cock.”

Drugs Frosty The Snowman Psycho Ward

Book:Suicide Notes

Source: Suicide Notes

“Old Friend, New Adventure by Stewart Stafford Snow crept down, surprising, Before the sun strolled, rising. Monochrome in palatial white, Teeth chattering in moonlight. Overnight, all became frozen. A cloud nine expedition chosen. This boy came flying out of doors, As a cat sprang with cold paws. A man shadowed me in the dark. As I sculpted him in the park, Rolling a snowball until it grew, And a snowman stood, born anew. With a carrot nose and coal eyes, Gazing at me through rictus guise, This bright curve in an unlit sky A silent friend to thaw the lies. Then fleeing back inside, To hot chocolate by the fireside, Numb, red hands slowly came alive, The joy of life, awoke and arrived. © Stewart Stafford, 2023. All rights reserved.”

Winter Snow Christmas Snowman Winter Poetry Christmas Poem The Snowman Frosty The Snowman Snowmen Winter Wonderland

Author:Stewart Stafford

“Could be just the local boys holding a moonlight circle-jerk up on the hill or sitting around on the tombstones smoking grass. Mostly he'd run into them over in Cumberland, on the checkout line at the supermarket, each with two or three little kids and a little underage wife - who already looks as though life has passed her by - with poor coloring and a pregnant belly pushing a cart piled with popcorn, cheese bugles, sausage rolls, dog food, potato chips, baby wipes, and twelve-inch-round pepperoni pizzas stacked up like money in a dream.”

Humor Consumerism Pronatalism

Book:Sabbath's Theater

Source: Sabbath's Theater

“A pack of five dogs, as variable in size and shape as humans, trotted in a veering path toward the two men; they sniffed and growled and nipped at one another, then broke into a lope down the street, with the smallest mutt in the lead.”