No words come easily to my lips. I think ultimately - what I like to think is that I'm in some sense hearing the mystery itself.

In his holy flirtation with the world, God occasionally drops a handkerchief. These handkerchiefs are called saints.

I believe that what Genesis suggests is that this original self, with the print of God's thumb still upon it, is the most essential part of who we are and is buried deep in all of us as a source of wisdom and strength and healing which we can draw upon or, with our terrible freedom, not draw upon as we choose. I think that among other things all real art comes from that deepest self - painting, writing music, dance, all of it that in some way nourishes the spirit.

Listen. Your life is happening. You are happening. Think back on your journey. The music of your life.

Without somehow destroying me in the process, how could God reveal himself in a way that would leave no room for doubt? If there were no room for doubt, there would be no room for me.

If you want to be holy, be kind.

Not to love is, psychically, spiritually, to die. To live for yourself alone, hoarding your life for your own sake, is in almost every sense that matters to reduce your life to a life hardly worth the living, and thus to lose it.