You shall be happy. You shall be sad. You will weather the storm. You will love the rain.

 There may not be endless throngs of believers arriving all the time from all parts of the world, but we know the neighborhood will never be the same. 

 Fear of America. Do you know how I feel? It's a seizure of the mind. 

 Now we fear the wind. The wind can take our power and our water. If we are walking in the wind we can get blown away. We know how fragile our systems are. Those wires waving and twisting and crossing in the wind, so fragile, so ill considered, given the weather. There's another storm coming today. 

 I know I've done bad things, crazy things, hurtful things, and yet I'm essentially a good person.

 Sorry, Olive. Olive was scratching at the closet and I thought she was scratching to get in, but when I got up I saw the closet door was closed and I opened it and she was inside scratching to get out. Now she's been locked out in the front hall, and locked in the front hall closet, and locked in the linen closet and I remind myself to always find out where Olive is.

 god willing, may we all be freed from the empire of destruction.