Entanglements
While God is the focus of all I believe,
Molecular structures are all I see.

Looming images of God,
Dim, remote, fearful,
Towering in a desolate desert, 
A perilous gamble to know:
Few surrender, many suffer –Dreadful!

For quite some time, my deepest awareness has been that I am a pilgrim in an alien land.
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Tavern Talk
Emp: I feel good, connected, one with the world, the universe.  I’m at home.
Ide:   But your world is flat, your contentment is blind to the deep of existence.
Emp: Whatever.  I like where I live, it is comfortable.  I can touch it, hear it, see  it -- my beating heart,
exotic fish in the depths of the sea.  What I cannot see is not a challenge.
Ide:    But where does fish soup come from, or a fish scrawled on an ancient wall, graffiti left by folks for
whom the world was not flat?
Emp: Fish soup I know, folks who draw fish on walls I do not know.  I do know their descendants today
show little eagerness to plunge into the sea of their ancient belief.       
Ide:   We are a sorry lot.