I don't think it is as much a human foible as it is a human curse that we cannot understand the beauty of a thing until it is gone.

The further along we get on our life journey the more we wonder about those who traveled before us and paved the road.

When I think of God I feel like an ant crawling into a computer.

The sin of the desert is knowing where the water is and not sharing it.

I am a believer in angels, though not the picture-book kind with wings and harps. Such angelic accoutrements seem as nonsensical to me as devils sporting horns and carrying pitchforks. To me, angel wings are merely symbolic of their role as divine messengers.

The universe is a trillion, trillion threads moving in seemingly unrelated directions. Yet when you look at them together, they create a remarkable tapestry.

Life is not a sprint. It was never meant to be. It is just a step of faith after another.