The Word is Silence

“Matthew, Mark, Luke and John,
Bless the bed that I lie on.
Four corners to my bed,
Four angels round my head;
One to watch and one to pray
And two to bear my soul away.”

The Word is Silence. This is what the contemplatives of every tradition know. It is spoken in a manger among animals, though it is spoken to humankind. It speaks about a star, and no power in the heights or depths can silence it. In our deafness, the silence shouts; in our wakefulness, it bubbles with laughter.

We need not fear living in dark times.

International Arms Deals will not solve our problems.

One year ago, almost to the day, we were discussing the strength of cognitive simplicity. The boulders of simplicity weather well, when little else does.

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