If anyone's predestined for marriage: I just hope she's racing the dust into Yah's waiting clasp. Should she marry anyone at all it's not me; but Jesus Christ within. And I ain't sure whether my close circle would even approve of such a unification. Still it's the most d'Anconian of pathways, prizing beyond the beauty per the downfall of the trivial. Intellectual compatibility isn't a necessary aspect of a fulfilling partnership. Better yet the woman can best off keep you on your toes, dancing to the rhythm of fire. Testing one's own survivability from a perpetration of confronting the onslaught's ole monsters released to the bubble's enclosure. Hating oneself is good thing, because we're each by core truly vile sinners, albeit the Godly man can't extend sympathy to his once neighborly folk; now unrecognizable serpentine debauchers. The amalekite generation is a changing one and except mid that sole glowing pearl amid haystack, none are worth saving. Therefore, woe to them that transgress God's covenant despite it being offered in a piece of cake.