Edward is pictured groping through the darkness of his own soul. And I could not open it. I could not touch the handle. Day after day, month after month, Forever and ever.
Every decision restricts the opportunity for other decisions.
Every day we're confronted with choices. To speak out or to stay silent in the presence of evil. To hear the silent pleas of a neighbor. To sense the heartache of the poor and lonely and become involved or draw back and become more callused. The harvest of our choices comes not alone at some final day, but all along the way.