Just to be is holy, just to live is a gift.

Someone who thinks death is the scariest thing doesn't know a thing about life.

Most people don't have any idea about all the complicated life going on inside a hive. Bees have a secret life we don't know anything about.

People can start out one way, and by the time life gets through with them they end up completely different.

You have to know when to prod and when to be quiet, when to let things take their course.

In recent years my understanding of God had evolved into increasingly remote abstractions. I'd come to think of God in terms like Divine Reality, the Absolute, or the One who holds us in being. I do believe that God is beyond any form and image, but it has grown clear to me that I need an image in order to relate. I need an image in order to carry on an intimate conversation with what is so vast, amorphous, mysterious, and holy that it becomes ungraspable. I mean, really, how to you become intimate with Divine Reality? Or the Absolute?

When he spoke, the roughness was gone from his voice. "I could tell you I did it. That's what you wanna hear. I could tell you she did it to herself, but both ways I'd be lying. It was you who did it, Lily. You didn't mean it, but it was you.