When We Are Weary, We Speak Lovingly

So We Reach Into The Raging Chaos, And We Cling To It, And We Tell Ourselves It Has Meaning, And That The World Is Good, And We Are Not Evil, And We Will All Go Home In The End.

A Story Of Remarkable Simplicity And Charm. A Young Swimmer Invites Us Into Sea Off The Coast Of California Where Through Her Eyes We See An Entire Realm Of Creatures We Have Never Known So Intimately Before. Truly For People Of All Ages, Lynne Cox's Adventure With The Baby Whale, Grayson, Becomes A Parable And An Experience, Thanks Not Only To The Author's Great And Generous Spirit, But Through Her Immense Gift For Describing Nature.

As If It Were Our Very Birthright, Which We Could Not Come To Grasp The Meaning Of Until This Time Of Middle Life When We Looked On Only As Many Years Ahead As Already Lay Behind Us.

It Is Very Disturbing To See People Use Christianity And The Bible To Support A Certain Political Agenda, Especially When One Cannot Connect That Agenda With The Authentic Teachings Of Christ.

I Kept Glancing At Him And Away From Him, As If His Green Eyes Were Hurting Me. In Modern Parlance He Was A Laser Beam. Deadly And Delicate He Seemed. His Victims Had Always Loved Him. And I Had Always Loved Him, Hadn't I, No Matter What Happened, And How Strong Could Love Grow If You Had Eternity To Nourish It, And It Took Only These Few Moments In Time To Renew Its Momentum, Its Heat? -lestat