two thoughts

I suppose saints are people
who are loved so much by those around them
that their faults pale into total insignificance.

if st paul had never gone to damascus
what would my prayers have been tonight?

pain

so what if it hurts a bit.
it's bound to:
it's a tiring journey

knowing

knowing is not really what we are designed for.
knowledge can never bring us joy.

isn't our desire to know
really the desire for control?
Ultimate Power

of course we need to know stuff to get by
and mend broken things.
but, in order to be
[human being not human knowing.]
the quest for perfect knowledge becomes a weakness,
and not a virtue.

canoe

if you stop paddling
you drift

nothing to go on

but of course there must be:
otherwise how could I be starting over?

meanwhile:
struggling through job:
the jewish cry from the heart.
the anomaly just won't go away