...not Deciding To Act Would Be Identical

I Experience Religious Dread Whenever I Find Myself Thinking That I Know The Limits Of God’s Grace, Since I Am Utterly Certain It Exceeds Any Imagination A Human Being Might Have Of It. God Does, After All, So Love The World.

Vision Sometimes Comes In A Memory.

Memory Is The Sense Of Loss, And Loss Pulls Us After It.

Many Times When I Stop Working On A Problem Consciously, My Mind Continues To Work On It Below The Surface. Often Solutions Come On Me Quite By Surprise. I've Learned Over Time To Allow That To Happen, Rather Than To Feel That I Can Simply Solve The Problem By Continuous, Grueling Effort.

I Have Spent My Life Watching, Not To See Beyond The World, Merely To See, Great Mystery, What Is Plainly Before My Eyes. I Think The Concept Of Transcendence Is Based On A Misreading Of Creation. With All Respect To Heaven, The Scene Of The Miracle Is Here, Among Us. The Eternal As An Idea Is Much Less Preposterous Than Time, And This Very Fact Should Seize Our Attention.