Most of the things we need to be most fully alive never come in busyness. They grow in rest.
This is the love of God, an alchemy that can turn enemies into children.
Mindset of the man too busy: I am too busy BEING God to become LIKE God.
Here lies the basic flaw of all doubt. It can never really be satisfied. No evidence is ever fully, finally enough. Doubt wants always to consume, never to consummate. It clamors endlessly for an answer and so drowns out any answer that might be given it.
Busyness makes us stop caring about the things we care about.
Many of us are confessional giants but ethical midgets.