If i cannot bend heaven i will raise hell - ERIS

Tunon, on the other hand, is struggling to regain his footing, and it seems that-- yes -- the heady scent of blood is most definitely originating from an ugly gash in the Adjudicator's left shoulder.

The only line of division is between justice and injustice.

By sharing that child with the world, and exposing the agony of her soul, other children could step forward and do the same.

What else, but a kind of mad love for the impossible would drive her to spend decades battling the Catholic Church to bring justice for survivors of childhood sexual assault, to bend the clerical upper regions and change what is arguably the single most unchangeable object on earth? Light your candle and meditate on what your intention is at that moment.