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There's not enough time in a day! Not enough capability in a human, not enough clarity in a single look. Darn original sin, darn pride, how you've wounded me, how you've wounded us! I no longer wish to be a robot. I want to be a human, with a natural heart. I want to be Mary's little one and a lover of Christ, on fire with Him. This cold world needs sparks! But still, I am so wounded. The further I "launch out into the deep," the further I drown in my own weakness. My heart is so restless. My sin is so crippling. He is my only hope, my only chance. "Lord, increase our faith!" Well, mulberry bush, get your butt out of the ground and transplant yourself in the sea. Lord, give me courage. The world is a cold place, but if I only had the courage of faith to conquer myself, I could conquer the world... rather, You could conquer it in me. Win me back! I am deteriorating by this infernal wound. Please, whoever reads this, say a quick prayer for me, for faith... I'm being sorely tested, and I can't make it myself. Pray to Mary that she doesn't let me go cold!