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Hi Sebastian,

My name is ... I contacted you a couple days ago after being completely taken by your about page. I'll keep my introduction brief.

I am 19 years old, and I am a freshman studying --- at --- University. I spend my time preparing school work, writing code, playing and writing music, trying to to take care of myself, and always looking for the next big step. Regardless of the present activity, I tend to lose myself if I am not, at least at some level, processing my thoughts and external stimuli toward a general direction of realizing ever changing day-dreams. I feel incredibly grateful to have experienced (what I consider to be) success and fulfillment in this regard thus far. So much to do, so much to learn, so much to improve, so much to live. Always.

What struck me about what I've read of your content so far is that our philosophies have many intersections—an utter refusal to settle for the status quo when it can be improved, the desire to optimize the overlooked and the under-appreciated, an insatiable thirst for knowledge, and the need to produce and contribute creatively, to name several. However, your approach seems wonderfully more refined. I've explored your writings only briefly, and already I have learned much. I very much look forward to diving deeper.

It's a pleasure to talk with you Sebastian. The fact that you make yourself available as you do is greatly appreciated and deeply humbling.

Praising God in the desert

On Garden

This life that comes to be so incredibly crippling. The hollowness that sears.

We know we are all terrible sinners. The wretched labour of being just yourself, culmination of pains and scars and mistakes that corrode your soul. The only hope you have that Christ would save your wretchedness, your broken mind and body.

The Christian walks in love, brings glory to God in his service. Yet the inner furnace is so consuming it leaves no room for anything, for anyone. So well i know how short I have fallen, paralysed by my sins. I call out to God, to fill up the gaps in my soul, to have even a small taste of His glory, that might be enough for me to walk the rest of my life to serve Him.

"I tarried there in the ageless time of that land where days bring healing not decay"

Every single day is a hope that Jesus returns. Yet in this time before he returns, the pain so great, the shame of disappointing him, so unbearable.

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