In the face of a world that is dark and growing darker, I look for light. In the face of a philosophy that declares that man is everything, and therefore nothing, I search for more. In the face of a belief in bangs and evolution, I see Hands in the beautiful world I exist within.
I am a twenty-two-year-old lover of words, grower of flowers, and pursuer of Truth. I have decided to live like I am alive, eyes alight with the delight of simple beauties and simple joys. I have decided to be the poet that Chesterton described: reminding mankind that he is still alive, and that to be alive is a wondrous thing.
I don’t deny that there should be priests to remind men that they will one day die. I only say that at certain strange epochs it is necessary to have another kind of priests, called poets, actually to remind men that they are not dead yet.
-GK Chesterton, Manalive