And then again I felt the pain, and then afterwards the delight and the joy, now the one and now the other, again and again. And in the time of joy I could have said with St. Paul: Nothing shall separate me from the love of Christ; and in the pain I could have said with St. Peter: Lord, save me, I am perishing.
Pg. 111 of The Discernment of Spirits by Fr. Timothy M. Gallagher, OMV
I have been labeled by some as a deep thinker. This title only has meaning because we as humans acknowledge the existence of a law or scale on which thought is measured. I do not claim to be able to think more deeply than anyone else except that I must, more frequently than others, outwardly express my thought in a fashion which is not easily interpreted. The more I consider it, the more convinced I am that we do not become wiser with age unless we are able to outwardly verbalize our thoughts, and in order to do that we must be able to first verbalize internally.
I feel fortunate to have been exposed to literature and teaching which has fostered a magnificent and perpetual mental vocabulary. Not inasmuch that it feeds my ego but that it had nurtured my understanding of what my purpose is. A purpose which I fully do not yet understand, nor will I on this field of battle, but of which I have seen glances of throughout my life. These glances encourage me to carry on because the journey is far from over and it is not up to me when it will end.