Prayer Begins Where Our Power Ends.

To Become Aware Of The Ineffable Is To Part Company With Words...the Tangent To The Curve Of Human Experience Lies Beyond The Limits Of Language. The World Of Things We Perceive Is But A Veil. It’s Flutter Is Music, Its Ornament Science, But What It Conceals Is Inscrutable. It’s Silence Remains Unbroken; No Words Can Carry It Away. Sometimes We Wish The World Could Cry And Tell Us About That Which Made It Pregnant With Fear--filling Grandeur. Sometimes We Wish Our Own Heart Would Speak Of That Which Made It Heavy With Wonder.

We May Not Know Whether Our Understanding Is Correct, Or Whether Our Sentiments Are Noble, But The Air Of The Day Surrounds Us Like Spring Which Spreads Over The Land Without Our Aid Or Notice.

The Anchor Of Meaning Resides In An Abyss, Deeper Than The Reach Of Despair. Yet The Abyss Is Not Not Infinite; Its Bottom May Suddenly Be Discovered Within The Confines Of A Human Heart Or Under The Debris Of Might Doubts. This May Be The Vocation Of Man: To Say "amen" To Being And To The Author Of Being; To Live In Defiance Of Absurdity, Notwithstanding Futility And Defeat; To Attain Faith In God Even In Spite Of God.

The Essence Of Man Is Not What He Is, But In What He Is Able To Be.

The Road To The Sacred Leads Through The Secular.