Yesterday, one of the blogs I read, peaked my interest in NSF Gruntvig, so before sleeping, I was reading the texts to a few of his hymns. I'm a person with wide ranging curiosities, so reading faith related blogs has brought me in contact with many "new" topics.
Then I slept hard for 7 hours.
Then I awoke, I walked stiffly to the bathroom.
Then I thought, "The most well thought out theology and philosophy just doesn't cut it when someone is murdered."
And then I cried.
(See previous two posts.)