Easter Eve, lying slight struggle for sleep, my thoughts came to the faults of mine, the thousand things I do unawares that, if changed, would make a better difference for someone. More than a thousand! A myriad zillion, But then, who knows my heart? Why I should forgive myself, and I do. Forgiven, I am free to turn the tone and focus of my prayers away from shortcomings and towards building devotion, cultivating grace, practicing gratitude. An indifference that makes all the difference comes out of this and such clawing thoughts of the past become as a movie reel, mere entertainment; entertainment to be dropped quickly and forgotten about even more quickly, for it is a very ersatz entertainment not meant to be so fruitlessly entertained.