To Me, It's A Great Day Every

... The Best Way To Strip The Allure And Dreaminess From A Lifelong Dream Is, Very Often, Simply To Have It Come True.

Our Lack Of Community Is Intensely Painful. A Tv Talk Show Is Not Community. A Couple Of Hours In A Church Pew Each Sabbath Is Not Community. A Multinational Corporation Is Neither A Human Nor A Community, And In The Sweatshops, Defiled Agribusiness Fields, Genetic Mutation Labs, Ecological Dead Zones, The Inhumanity Is Showing. Without Genuine Spiritual Community, Life Becomes A Struggle So Lonely And Grim That Even Hillary Clinton Has Admitted "it Takes A Village".

Wonder Is Like Grace, In That It's Not A Condition We Grasp; It Grasps Us. Wonder Is Not An Obligatory Element In The Search For Truth. We Can Seek Truth Without Wonder's Assistance. But Seek Is All We'll Do; There Will Be No Finding. Unless Wonder Descends, Unlocks Us ... Truth Is Unable To Enter. Wonder May Be The Aura Of Truth, The Halo Of It. Or Something Even Closer. Wonder May Be The Caress Of Truth, Touching Our Very Skin.

Punctuationally Speaking, Wonder Is A Period At The End Of A Statement We've Long Taken For Granted, Suddenly Looking Up And Seeing The Sinuous Curve Of A Tall Black Hat On Its Head, And Realizing It Was A Question Mark All Along.

And Into The Brown Paper Bag Of My Heart, Eddy Slipped A Smile.