This is a God who is not identified with the help of a dictionary but through a relationship.

I write what I would like to read.

Traversing a slow page, to come upon a lode of the pure shining metal is to exult inwardly for greedy hours.

I was taught that I had to 'master' subjects. But who can 'master' beauty, or peace, or joy?

The demon of acedia -- also called the noonday demon -- is the one that causes the most serious trouble of all. . . . He makes it seem that the sun barely moves, if at all, and . . . he instills in the heart of the monk a hatred for the place, a hatred for his very life itself.

Pay close attention to objects, events and natural phenomenon that would otherwise get chewed up in the daily grind.

I wonder if children don't begin to reject both poetry and religion for similar reasons, because the way both are taught takes the life out of them.