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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.

My Books Are Inert As Cordwood Till A Readers Imagination Ignites One And An Old Flame Jumps To Life.

--i Truly And Deeply Wanted To Kill Him. And I Believe I Could Have Done It, With Nothing But My Hands. But All Of A Sudden, Out Of Nowhere, Peter Had An Arm Around Me. "let It Go, Kade," He Was Whispering Very Gently, Though His Arm Was Nearly Crushing Me. "open Your Fists," He Said, "and Let Go Of The Coals.

Everybody Gets Jolted. You, Me, Before We Die We’ll All Get Nailed, Lots Of Times. But That Doesn’t Mean We’ll Get Turned Into Witches. You Can’t Avoid Getting Zapped, But You Can Avoid Passing The Mean Energy On. That’s The Interesting Thing About Witches, The Challenge Of Them-- Learning Not To Hit Back, Or Hit Somebody Else, When They Zap You. You Can Bury The Zap, For Instance, Like The Gods Buried The Titans In The Center Of The Earth. Or You Can Be Like A River When A Forest Fire Hits It--phshhhhhhhhhhhh! Just Drown It, Drown All The Heat And Let It Wash Away.

But Churches Always Have Been The Leading Cause Of The Need For Churches.