Story is the mother of us all, for we become who we say we are.

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.

Friendship has no civil, and few emotional, rights in our society.

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

Spiritual life is contractual.

Spiritual energy brings compassion into the world.

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.