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“Now I Paul myself beseech you, by the mildness and modesty of Christ, who in presence indeed am lowly among you, but being absent, am bold toward you.  But I beseech you, that I may not be bold when I am present, with that confidence wherewith I am thought to be bold, against some, who […]

“…whatever a man loves, he desires its effect; and to this, by reason, he directs himself…The very delight of reason is, that from love it sees the effect in thought, not in the effect but before it, or not in the present but in the future.  Hence, it is that man has what is called […]

                “The boy was young and had all his hopes, while Deets was older and had fewer.  Newt sometimes asked so many questions that Deets had to laugh—he was like a cistern, from which questions flowed instead of water.  Some Deets answered and some he didn’t.  He didn’t tell Newt all he knew.  He didn’t […]

                “Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves…Do not seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them.  And the point is, to live everything.  Live the questions now.  Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, […]

                They stood together in the current of the stream, sandaled feet on sand and pebble bed, waters running clear, cool, and pure from the flow of mountain springs—water purified through time, filtered through earth’s layers of stone and rock, slowly, and in finding vein and medium for release, rising in ebullition from earth’s perceived […]

                They rested together, on cabin porch, facing the western sky as sun neared in communion with crown of rising earth.  They gazed on sky transformed, hues of revelation from out of the blue, before colors receded into transfigured after-sky of night.  In the changing air, the scent of pines held strong in mountain glade, […]

          She rested in the recess of a shadowed room reading in the soft light and aura-warmth of a mind, enflamed.  Outside, sky shone grey over earth’s blanket-white.  Through window, she listened to the soft sledge-sound of passing cars, tires through slush, snow in melt on the black, and ambient heat, of asphalt’s face.           […]

    “There’s days when a little bit of talk with a female is worth any price.  I figure the reason you don’t have much to say is you probably never met a man who liked to hear a woman talk.  Listening to women ain’t the fashion in this part of the country.  But I expect […]