Sacred texts always offend reason.
Even a cow creates ambiguous signifiers. The moo of mystery.
In New York, pretending to be above the struggle means no seat on the bus and a table next to the kitchen.
Imprudence relies on luck, prudence on method. That gives prudence less edge than it expects.
In the theater of confusion, knowing the location of the exits is what counts.
Reading a great book causes jolts and frights.