Glad you liked it, Matt. I was feeling a bit poetic the other day. It started as an early morning journal entry at the kitchen table. It was cold outside, but the sunlight was blazing through the upper living room windows, spreading strong, lively shadows across the rooms and my Bible pages. Everything around the shadows glowed with golden sunlight, isolating each inanimate object with, what looked like, its own personality, or essence (or, how I decided to put it, its “singular soul”). It was like catching a glimpse of the truth of God’s creation behind the shadow of a fallen world (the world as it is visible to us - “mere atoms”). And as I sat alone in that moment, in the brilliance of the quiet morning sunlight, I knew without reminding myself that there is something more. And I realized, that this is was one of those things I love about life.