Metaphor for the night sky: a trillion asterisks and no explanations.

It's still possible to be a cockeyed optimist these days - you just have to be a little more cockeyed.

I enjoy many silent moments with my cat, a conversation always resumed exactly where left off.

Get involved. You don't want to look back on your life and realize that you successfully managed to stay out of it.

In many areas of understanding, none so much as in our understanding of God, we bump up against a simplicity so profound that we must assign complexities to it to comprehend it at all. It is mindful of how we paste decals to a sliding glass door to keep from bumping our nose against it.

What is a mom but the sunshine of our days and the north star of our nights.

If you keep rephrasing the question, it gradually becomes the answer.