God is love, at times we forget that we're human perhaps with common frailties and flaws. Love is the ability to accept this without judgement.

The things that I loved were very frail. Very fragile. I didn't know that. I thought they were indestructible. They weren't.

And love's the noblest frailty of the mind.

In uncertainty I am certain that underneath their topmost layers of frailty men want to be good and want to be loved. Indeed, most of their vices are attempted shortcuts to love.

I was reminded of a proverb: 'When a clay Buddha statue sails across the river, it can hardly protect itself.

They are so frail humans. So easily crumpled and broken, like flower petals under foot.