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Corrigan Told Me Once That Christ Was Quite Easy To Understand. He Went Where He Was Supposed To Go. He Stayed Where He Was Needed. He Took Little Or Nothing Along, A Pair Of Sandals, A Bit Of A Shirt, A Few Odds And Ends To Stave Off The Loneliness. He Never Rejected The World. If He Had Rejected It, He Would Have Been Rejecting Mystery. And If He Rejected Mystery, He Would Have Been Rejecting Faith.

What Was A Life Anyway? An Accumulation Of Small Shelves Of Incident.

I Gave Them All The Truth And None Of The Honesty.

One Small Cloud, Cast Out By The Herd, Limps Away To The West.

There Are No Days More Full Than Those We Go Back To.