...or other such justification for procrastinating.
Whatever you call it, my brain is spitting out thoughts...I assume in an attempt to make way for the deluge of information I'm cramming in at the last minute (as always).
Wherefore we find ourselves lost to reason we find faith. And upon such end we must search for hope, or perish. Else it is a desolate end of man that by hopeless reckoning we suffer an illusion of certainty. For incomprehensible to reason are such truths of grace and love, which are only articulated by faith and grasped by hope.
...okay, now back to work.
