Grace, is a word that, like many before me, has taken hold in such a way that I cannot deny it’s value to me. This came to me, as itself a grace, or gift, that I didn’t wish for. In fact it came through much pain, like many of my generation. Once I found it, I reasoned that if this gift was so vast as I could then imagine, to my still developing intellect, then the storehouses where those gifts originate must the more vast be.
So much so, that it’s power to form is so perfectly corrective so as to perform it’s own distinct purpose of will. As one imagines grace, in themselves, they imagine an image that could not come from it’s own members, but from the images impressed upon it from without. This is the result of the combined geometry of the world without which is represented to the mind within, via complex physics of electrons and neurons, and how the simultaneous action of those result in an interpreted ideal in the mind of human beings, and even all living beings which have senses to interpret the signals that the environment assert.
