In the midst of overwhelming noise and distraction, the voice of story is calling us to remember our true selves.

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

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

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

This unceasing interplay between experience and narrative is a uniquely human attribute. We are the storytellers, the ones who put life into words.

Curiosity restores is a state of heightened awareness. Culturally, this has been considered a child's activity. By the time we're grown, we're supposed to know enough not to get bogged down in life's miraculous detail. But the spiritual journey reactivates our sense of miracle and invites us to pause again, squatting over the sidewalk cracks, to ponder the lives of ants and stars.

We need a revolution in the West: not violent overthrow, but a willingness to take responsibility for the course of history being set forth in our names. We need a revolution determined to activate broad, inclusive social change.