If our language is watered down, then mankind becomes less human, and less free.

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.

To be born is to start the journey towards death.

Be aware that rigidity imprisons.

If we don't pray according to the needs of the heart, we repress our deepest longings. Our prayers may not be rational, and we may be quite aware of that, but if we repress our needs, then those unsaid prayers will fester.

As the skipping rope hit the pavement, so did the ball. As the rope curved over the head of the jumping child, the child with the ball caught the ball. Down came the ropes. Down came the balls. Over and over again. Up. Down. All in rhythm. All identical. Like the houses. Like the paths. Like the flowers

Speaking of ways, pet, by the way, there is such a thing as a tesseract.