Fact Explains Nothing. On The Contrary, It

--"there Is No Justice In Love...it Is Only The Glimpse Or Parable Of An Incomprehensible Reality... The Eternal Breaking In On The The Temporal.

You Never Know When You Might Be Seeing Someone For The Last Time.

We Inhabit, We Are Part Of, A Reality For Which Explanation Is Much Too Poor And Small.

A Narrow Pond Would Form In The Orchard, Water Clear As Air Covering Grass And Black Leaves And Fallen Branches, All Around It Black Leaves And Drenched Grass And Fallen Branches, And On It, Slight As An Image In An Eye, Sky, Clouds, Trees, Our Hovering Faces And Our Cold Hands.

Nothing True Can Be Said About God From A Posture Of Defense.