What else exhausts like sustained deception?

So thoughtlessly we sling on our destinies.

Fresh peach pie can lift a bullying reprobate into apologetic courtesy; I have watched it happen.

Once traveling, it's remarkable how quickly faith erodes. It starts to look like something else--ignorance, for example. Same thing happened to the Israelites. Sure it's weak, but sometimes you'd rather just have a map.

Let me say something about that word: miracle. For too long it's been used to characterize things or events that, though pleasant, are entirely normal. Peeping chicks at Easter time, spring generally, a clear sunrise after an overcast week--a miracle, people say, as if they've been educated from greeting cards.

When a person dies, the earth is generally unwilling to cough him back up. A miracle contradicts the will of earth.

We see a newborn moth unwrapping itself and announce, Look, children, a miracle! But let an irreversible wound be knit back to seamlessness? We won't even see it, though we look at it every day.