Oh child, your language is so utterly simple and limited that it has the affect of extreme complication. -Aunt Beast

Maybe you have to know the darkness before you can appreciate the light.

you and I have good enough minds to know how very limited and finite they really are. The naked intellect is an extraordinarily inaccurate instrument.

At Tara in this fateful hour, I place all Heaven with its power, And the sun with its brightness, And the snow with its whiteness, And the fire with all the strength it hath, And the lightning with its rapid wrath, And the winds with their swiftness along their path, And the sea with its deepness, And the rocks with their steepness, And the earth with its starkness: All these I place, By God's almighty help and grace Between myself and the powers of darkness!

What can we give a child when there is nothing left?

To pray is to listen, to move through my own chattering to God, to that place where I can be silent and listen to what God may have to say.

Stories are able to help us to become more whole, to become Named. And Naming is one of the impulses behind all art; to give a name to the cosmos, we see despite all the chaos.