In the noise we seek simplicity. We crave order. We are famished for focus. We feel abused by carelessness.
Simplicity is an ambiguous word. It is an end that we may never reach until we consider the inward before attacking the outward.
An absence of stress can retard our journey to joy, but gratitude nurtures simplicity.
Consecration restores focus.
The virtue of order matures in the crucible of chaos.