What happens to men who suddenly step away from the ledge? When they survive the whirlpool? When they quit the corruption of their existence, stopping the greed, the drinking, the relentless chasing of hedonism? The chaos of it.
What happens to them when they embrace God, when they walk a completely different path, in this new light, seeking not only their own truth but the truth of their existence? Like my very good friend whom I met at Oyster Bay recently. What happens to a man like that?
