We Are Collaborators In Creation.

Without You, Without Your Onslaughts, Without Your Uprootings Of Us, We Should Remain All Our Lives Inert, Stagnant, Puerile, Ignorant Both Of Ourselves And Of God. You Who Batter Us And Then Dress Our Wounds, You Who Resist Us And Yield To Us, You Who Wreck And Build, You Who Shackle And Liberate, The Sap Of Our Souls, The Hand Of God, The Flesh Of Christ: It Is You, Matter, That I Bless.

The World Is Round So That Friendship May Encircle It.

If There Were No Internal Propensity To Unite, Even At A Prodigiously Rudimentary Level - Indeed In The Molecule Itself - It Would Be Physically Impossible For Love To Appear Higher Up, With Us, In Hominized Form... Driven By The Forces Of Love, The Fragments Of The World Seek Each Other So That The World May Come Into Being.

Faith Has Need Of The Whole Truth.

Above All, Trust In The Slow Work Of God.