06 August 2017


Occasionally, or often even, some or many may ask, “What is the world made of?”
Is it just stuff, or is it stuff and non-stuff?
The first is a glib gloss, the second a musty mix.

Understanding often diminishes beauty, if only as a distraction.
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Now and again, I feel like a pilgrim,
alone on a darkening road,
Where clouds of unwanted doubt
hide the Son, the Sun of Life.

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