I feel that I am a man. And I feel that a man is a very important thing— maybe more important than a star. This is not theology. I have no bent
towards gods. But I have a new love for that glittering instrument, the human soul. It is a lovely, unique thing in the universe. It is always attacked and never destroyed—because, ‘Thou mayest.’
— John Steinbeck, East of Eden

Genesis 4:1-16

Sunday, March 13, 2016