Life Is Not Meaningful...unle Ss It Is

When I Marched With Martin Luther King In Selma, I Felt My Legs Were Praying.

The Anchor Of Meaning Resides In An Abyss, Deeper Than The Reach Of Despair. Yet The Abyss Is Not Not Infinite; Its Bottom May Suddenly Be Discovered Within The Confines Of A Human Heart Or Under The Debris Of Might Doubts. This May Be The Vocation Of Man: To Say "amen" To Being And To The Author Of Being; To Live In Defiance Of Absurdity, Notwithstanding Futility And Defeat; To Attain Faith In God Even In Spite Of God.

Indifference To Evil Is More Insidious Than Evil Itself. It Is A Silent Justification Affording Evil Acceptability In Society.

Wonder, Or Radical Amazement, Is A Way Of Going Beyond What Is Given In Thing And Thought, Refusing To Take Anything For Granted, To Regard Anything As Final. It Is Our Honest Response To The Grandeur And Mystery Of Reality Our Confrontation With That Which Transcends The Given.

Proximity To The Crowd, To The Majority View, Spells The Death Of Creativity. For A Soul Can Create Only When Alone, And Some Are Chosen For The Flowering That Takes Place In The Dark Avenues Of Night.