Death Is The Least Civilized Rite Of

The Only Answer To This, And It Isn't An Entire Answer, Said Father Travis, Is That God Made Human Beings Free Agents. We Are Able To Choose Good Over Evil, But The Opposite Too. And In Order To Protect Our Human Freedom, God Doesn't Often, Very Often At Least, Intervene. God Can't Do That Without Taking Away Our Moral Freedom. Do You See? No. But Yeah. The Only Thing That God Can Do, And Does All Of The Time, Is To Draw Good From Any Evil Situation.

In Our Own Beginnings, We Are Formed Out Of The Body's Interior Landscape. For A Short While, Our Mothers' Bodies Are The Boundaries And Personal Geography Which Are All That We Know Of The World...once We No Longer Live Beneath Our Mother's Heart, It Is The Earth With Which We Form The Same Dependent Relationship, Relying...on Its Cycles And Elements, Helpless Without Its Protective Embrace.

Coming Down Off The Trail, I Am Lost In My Own Thoughts And Unprepared When A Bear Chugs Across The Path Just Before It Gives Out On The Gravel Road. I Am So Distracted That I Keep Walking Towards The Bear. I Only Stop When It Rears, Stands On Hind Legs, And Stares At Me, Sensitive Nose Pressed Into The Air, Weak Eyes Searching. I Have Never Been This Close To A Wild Bear Before, But I Am Not Frightened. There Is No Menace In Its Stance; It Is Not Even Curious. The Bear Seems To Know Who Or What I Am. The Bear Is Not Impressed.

When We Are Young, The Words Are Scattered All Around Us. As They Are Assembled By Experience, So Also Are We, Sentence By Sentence, Until The Story Takes Shape.

It Is Easy To Take Away The World That We Think Is So Permanent And Reliable.