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

Of all facial expressions, which is the worst to have aimed at you? Wouldn't you agree it's disgust?

Real miracles bother people, like strange sudden pains unknown in medical literature.

What else exhausts like sustained deception?

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.

I remember it as October days are always remembered, cloudless, maple-flavored, the air gold and so clean it quivers.

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.