Polygrafik

When all falls apart, when the vase tips over, when the glass shatter, when the vision blurs, when the darkness consumes, when confusion prevails, when death creeps, when light dims, when love capsizes, when hatred tempts, when life pauses, and when everything breaks,

There are two types of friends who offer answers for the ear:

There are down-to-earth words of sympathy and encouragement that, although lacking specific notated direction, kindle the heart and drip of the affection that only a true friend could bring.

And there are rigid, academic, calculated answers from the Good Book that dispose of affection from the relaying party but beg for us to look to the affections of our historic Cross; a spectacle more glorious and loving than any warm hug can bring.

Both of them have something I need. And in my past of seeking advice I can only seem to get one out of people.

Are any of them real? One has to be more important than the other, or else why do people choose? Why is there such an even split between the pious and laypeople? (maybe not the best illustration but the best I can conjure)