Trust?

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You?  Me?  Each other?  I don't trust my own, whichever that may be.  I don't trust others.  It's just the way it is.  My faith is in God, not even in myself.  And, yet, I have to start somewhere.  So?  So I trust you at face value until you prove that isn't possible.  Even then, I won't hate you.  I just won't trust you.  Your failure isn't mine.  Even if you steal me blind, you have truly only hurt yourself.

Someone seems to be implying something.  Again.  Same people as before?  Who knows.  I just laugh.

If I were such?

Still, if you must?  Stones are freely available.  Cast as you may.

I have a clue, despite having no clue sometimes.

Why would that one tip me off?  Pride.  He won't allow another to be the Deceiver.

Heck, even a priest is "picking" on me.  :p  Sixteen years, for me.  Half crazy for it?  Maybe.  But blessed by the strife and suffering.  And... yea... it's good to know some things herein.  I am not alone, in any way.  Shadows and darkness desire to take us all.  We... can't win?  But we don't have to lose.  Christ has done the work, we just have to accept His offering.  Amen.