We Cannot, Of Course, Save The World

Everything Is Held Together With Stories. That Is All That Is Holding Us Together, Stories And Compassion.

One Must Live In The Middle Of Contradiction, Because If All Contradiction Were Eliminated At Once Life Would Collapse.

Watching The Animals Come And Go, And Feeling The Land Swell Up To Meet Them And Then Feeling It Grow Still At Their Departure, I Came To Think Of The Migrations As Breath, As The Land Breathing. In Spring A Great Inhalation Of Light And Animals. The Long-bated Breath Of Summer. And An Exhalation That Propelled Them All South In The Fall.

One Must Live In The Middle Of Contradiction, Because If All Contradiction Were Eliminated At Once, Life Would Collapse. There Are Simply No Definitive Answers To Some Of The Great Pressing Questions. You Continue To Live Them Out Making Your Life A Worthy Expression Of Leaning Into The Light.

The Attempt To Close The Gap Between What Is Known And What Is, Is The Temptation Behind The Apple In Genesis.