Spiritual life is contractual. The sacred cannot dialogue with the unresponsive.

Despair is our chance to wrestle with fire and come through.

We cannot think without language, we cannot process experience without story.

Forgiveness is the act of admitting we are like other people. We are prone to make mistakes that cause confusion, inflict pain, and miscommunicate our intentions ... The only choice we have is to reconcile ourselves to our own flaws and the flaws of other people, or withdraw from the community.

My real journey had very little to do with traveling Europe, and a whole lot to do with traveling my own mind.

We live in story like a fish lives in water. We swim through words and images siphoning story through our minds the way a fish siphons water through its gills. We cannot think without language, we cannot process experience without story.

Writing makes a map, and there is something about a journey that begs to have its passage marked.