We have not wondered enough at the delights God has given us to appreciate them, and be good stewards. We have overworked the land, poured pollutants into river and stream, fouled the air we breathe with gas fumes and chemical smoke spiraling up from industrial chimneys. We have sown the wind. We are reaping the whirlwind.

Like it or not, we either add to the darkness of indifference and out-and-out evil which surrounds us or we light a candle to see by.

Because it is the nature of love to create, a marriage itself is something which has to be created, so that, together we become a new creature.

It does not matter that we cannot fathom this mystery. The only real problem comes when we think that we have.

Plato spoke of the necessity for divine madness in the poet. It is a frightening thing to open oneself to this strange and dark side of the divine; it means letting go our sane self control, that control which gives us the illusion of safety. But safety is only an illusion, and letting it go is part of listening to the silence, and to the spirit.

If our love for each other really is participatory, then all other human relationships nourish it; it is inclusive, never exclusive.

What is self-image? Who started talking about one? I rather fancy it was Madison Avenue.