Everything in the middle is the churn.

Every equation needs stability, something known. It’s called a constant.

I was told in no uncertain terms that the Abbey wasn’t where I was meant to end up. It’s just a step along a path. You know, god allegedly has bigger plans for me. Something tells me you don’t entirely believe that. I suspect that’s because I don’t. Well, maybe they’re right. I mean, just think, if you hadn’t got fired we wouldn’t have met.