Okay, Pippo, not a good start.
You would come across much more sanguine if you weren't so defensive with your 'eff you unless you're God because you just don't understand me' attitude.
Now that you're writing about yourself we can know the real you instead of the bright, shiny surfaces that the world identifies as Pippo Pozzato.
We might not be able to judge you, but we can at least see what God sees now - inside the hearts of men.
What do you suppose He thinks so far?
You think riders of Coppi's era are quaint, as unworldly as monks. God would judge them favourably then, wouldn't He?
You would come across much more sanguine if you weren't so defensive with your 'eff you unless you're God because you just don't understand me' attitude.
Now that you're writing about yourself we can know the real you instead of the bright, shiny surfaces that the world identifies as Pippo Pozzato.
We might not be able to judge you, but we can at least see what God sees now - inside the hearts of men.
What do you suppose He thinks so far?
You think riders of Coppi's era are quaint, as unworldly as monks. God would judge them favourably then, wouldn't He?