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We’re all crooked lines.
“That’s why He is able to write on us; otherwise the history of the world would just be a bunch of blank pages of an unwritten book.”

Absolutely heartbreaking day after attack against ALL of Humanity.
Pray For Orlando



Excerpt from Missing Variables
«Marika walked up the short path with a single thought in her head: Eve is still Eve, and nothing could ever change that. “Hey!” She sat down next to her.
“Hey.” Eve couldn’t even look her in the face, as if she were guilty of something. “He told you.”
“Yeah.”
“And so?” she sighed.
“So what?” Marika rocked back and forth, gently knocking against her.
“And so now you’ll run off, or in the best of hypotheses you’ll just avoid me like I had some kind of disease.” Her voice sounded bitter and desperate.
“I’ll do nothing of the sort.” She felt deeply saddened by the thought of the frustrations and disappointments that her friend must have lived through over the years. “This doesn’t change anything for me.”
“But you aren’t in love with me.”
“I care so much about you, really!” Marika hugged her, though Eve’s arms hung limp at her sides. “But we can’t have any more scenes like this.” She laid her head on Eve’s shoulder. “Because even if I didn’t love Matteo with my whole being, and I wasn’t so confused about the bond between me and Federico, I would still have to follow my own nature. Which is exactly what you are doing.”
“What do you see in those neanderthals, anyway?” She raised her head.
“What can I say?” She shrugged. “They’re hot!”
They burst into laughter and began making fun of one another, until Eve made a bitter observation. “Did you notice where we’re sitting?” She slapped the palm of her hand against the stone steps of the little church. “I’m a heretic... I shouldn’t even be here.”
“Don’t be ridiculous!” Marika stood up and looked her sternly in the eyes. “Heresy is a man-made creation.” Created by ignorance and fear of things people don’t understand. It has nothing to do with God! “You know, He loves you, just the same way that He loves me.” She sat down on her heels in front of Eve. “Maybe He even loves you a little bit more.” Because she still needed Him in order to survive in this decadent world.
Tears had blurred their vision by the time Federico reached them. “It is said that God knows how to write straight even on crooked lines.” He smiled, hugging them both to him.
“Are you calling me a crooked line, you poser?” Eve gave him the finger.
“We’re all crooked lines,” he whispered, embracing her tenderly. “That’s why He is able to write on us; otherwise the history of the world would just be a bunch of blank pages of an unwritten book.”»