I prayed like a man walking in a forest at night, feeling his way with his hands, at each step fearing to fall into pure bottomlessness forever. Prayer is like lying awake at night, afraid, with your head under the cover, hearing only the beating of your own heart.

There is change by necessity or adaptation, and there is contrived change or novelty.

It would not do for the consumer to know that the hamburger she is eating came from a steer who spent much of his life standing deep in his own excrement in a feedlot, helping to pollute the local streams. Or that the calf that yielded the veal cutlet on her plate spent its life in a box in which it did not have room to turn around.

What could be more superstitious than the idea that money brings forth food?

If we do not serve what coheres and endures, we serve what disintegrates and destroys.

The incarnate Word is with us, is still speaking, is present always, yet leaves no sign but everything that is.

It is the man who can think of no alternative to his enslavement who is truly a slave.