The Examined Life Is No Picnic.

If Someone Were To Ask Me Whether I Believed In God, Or Saw God, Or Had A Particular Relationship With God, I Would Reply That I Don't Separate God From My World In My Thinking. I Feel That God Is Everywhere. That's Why I Never Feel Separated From God Or Feel I Must Seek God, Any More Than A Fish In The Ocean Feels It Must Seek Water. In A Sense, God Is The "ocean" In Which We Live.

But It Does No Good--solves Nothing--to Distance Myself From The Front Lines Of Human Need By Using The Mail As A Safe Shelter. I Believe That Serving The Best Ends Of Humanity Means Getting Out In The Middle Of It Just As It Is, Not Staying Home Writing Checks And Thinking Hopeful Thoughts. The World Does Not Need Tourists Who Ride By In A Bus Clucking Their Tongues. The World As It Is Needs Those Who Will Love It Enough To Change It, With What They Have, Where They Are. And You're Damned Right That's Idealistic. No Apology. When Idealism Goes Into The Trash As Junk Mail, We're Finished.

Do You Ever Go Off With A Long Grocery List And Come Home From The Store With A Bunch Of Different Stuff? And Somebody In The Family Unsacks The Groceries And Wants To Know Why You Got This And Didn't Get That And Just Where Is The Whatever? And You Want To Say, 'well, Just Be Glad I Came Back, Okay?' And The Unpacker Says, 'well, Next Time Bring What's On The List.'

Anything Can Happen. The Great Banana Peel Of Existence Is Always On The Floor Somewhere.

If Only The Scientific Experts Could Come Up With Something To Get It Out Of Our Minds. One Cup Of Fixit Fizzle That Will Lift The Dirt From Our Lives, Soften Our Hardness, Protect Our Inner Parts, Improve Our Processing, Reduce Our Yellowing And Wrinkling, Improve Our Natural Color, And Make Us Sweet And Good.