The Essence Of Man Is Not What

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.

Instead Of Indulging In Jealousy, Greed, In Relishing Themselves, There Are Men Who Keep Their Hearts Alert To The Stillness In Which Time Rolls On And Leaves Us Behind. ... Those Who Are Open To The Wonder Will Not Miss It. Faith Is Found In Solicitude For Faith, In An Inner Care For The Wonder That Is Everywhere.

Those Of Faith Who Plant Sacred Thoughts In The Uplands Of Time, The Secret Gardeners Of The Lord In Mankind's Desolate Hopes, May Slacken And Tarry But Rarely Betray Their Vocation.

To Become Aware Of The Ineffable Is To Part Company With Words.

Awe Is An Intuition For The Dignity Of All Things, A Realization That Things Not Only Are What They Are But Also Stand, However Remotely, For Something Supreme. Awe Is A Sense For Transcendence, For The Reference Everywhere To Mystery Beyond All Things. It Enables Us To Perceive In The World Intimations Of The Divine. ... To Sense The Ultimate In The Common And The Simple: To Feel In The Rush Of The Passing The Stillness Of The Eternal. What We Cannot Comprehend By Analysis, We Become Aware Of In Awe.