For Me Writing Has Always Felt Like

And Often Enough, When We Think We Are Protecting Ourselves, We Are Struggling Against Our Rescuer.

A Little Too Much Anger, Too Often Or At The Wrong Time, Can Destroy More Than You Would Ever Imagine.

I Think I Am Like Most People In Letting Myself Worry About Things That Didn't Matter. Concepts Like Quotidian And Humdrum Prevented Me For Years From Really Absorbing The Miraculous Strangeness Of Bombing Around A Star On A Tottering Planet, Of Watching The World Unfold In Time.

The Locus Of The Human Mystery Is Perception Of This World. From It Proceeds Every Thought, Every Art.

Any Father…must Finally Give His Child Up To The Wilderness And Trust To The Providence Of God. It Seems Almost A Cruelty For One Generation To Beget Another When Parents Can Secure So Little For Their Children, So Little Safety, Even In The Best Circumstances. Great Faith Is Required To Give The Child Up, Trusting God To Honor The Parents’ Love For Him By Assuring That There Will Indeed Be Angels In That Wilderness.