I'm a 27-year-old conservative male.

The most important thing to know about me is that I'm a whole-hearted Methodist (and therefore, Christian), and my favorite authors are Richard Watson, W.E. Sangster, John Wesley, A.W. Tozer, Dietrich Bonhoeffer, C.S. Lewis, and J.R.R. Tolkien. I also love John Milton and the other "Metaphysical Poets" (e.g., George Herbert, Henry Vaughn, etc.). I am also big on Japanese culture, notably anime and manga: Inuyasha, Noir, and R.O.D. The TV being my favorites.

The Methodist Twenty-Five Articles of Religion

The Collect For Purity: Almighty God, unto whom all hearts be open, all desires known, and from whom no secrets are hid; Cleanse the thoughts of our hearts by the inspiration of thy Holy Spirit, that we may perfectly love thee, and worthily magnify thy holy name: through Christ our Lord. Amen.

War is an ugly thing, but not the ugliest of things: the decayed and degraded state of moral and patriotic feeling which thinks nothing worth a war, is worse. When a people are used as mere human instruments for firing cannon or thrusting bayonets, in the service and for the selfish purposes of a master, such war degrades a people. A war to protect other human beings against tyrannical injustice; a war to give victory to their own ideas of right and good, and which is their own war, carried on for an honest purpose by their free choice, is often the means of their regeneration. A man who has nothing which he is willing to fight for, nothing which he cares more about than he does about his personal safety, is a miserable creature who has no chance of being free, unless made and kept so by the exertions of better men than himself. As long as justice and injustice have not terminated their ever-renewing fight for ascendancy in the affairs of mankind, human beings must be willing, when need is, to do battle for the one against the other.

--John Stuart Mill

I never liked the middle ground--the most boring place in the world.

--Louise Nevelson, Russian-American artist

Batter my heart, three-personed God, for you / As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend; / That I may rise, and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend / Your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new. / I, like an usurped town, to another due, / Labour to admit you, but Oh, to no end. / Reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend, / But is captived, and proves weak or untrue. / Yet dearly I love you, and would be loved fain, / But am betrothed unto your enemy: / Divorce me, untie or break that knot again, / Take me to you, imprison me, for I, / Except you enthrall me, never shall be free, / Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.

--John Donne, Holy Sonnet XIV

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