We
build houses out of the words we believe so that we made hide inside
them safe from the unknown, safe from the uncomfortable, safe from
the threatening, safe from the questioning, safe from exposing our
utter nakedness and want of coherence in the presence of a universe
so vast that we cannot encompass it or comprehend it. “God” you
utter and yet another brick is forced into place shielding you from
all that you would keep outside. You offer me this brick and I have
no idea what to do with it.
Jung, the Quakers and Hitler: Irene Pickard (1891–1982) – reflections on researching her archive and other musings
Monday, 21 November 2011
Friday, 11 November 2011
Have some regard
Have
some regard for anyone who has loved you in this life, for each has
loved you as best they may within the limits of who they are; and you, within your limits, have loved them too, each and every one - at least for a while, at least for a season.
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