The wind passed, even as it is passing now, over all the people who find themselves so dulled by the concerns of their own bodies and their own hungers that they cannot stop for a moment to feel its goodness as it brushes against them. And feel it now, so soft, so eternal, this wind against your good and living skin.

This place is itself a sheet of parchment yet to be written upon.

To be alone and surviving is not the same as being alive,

And this thought made her shake, for if the gospel was changeable between species, then god was not immoveable. Then god was changeable according to the body god spoke through. And that god could change according to the person in the moment the soul was encountering god. And this meant that when the godliest of the ministers in the city and in this

inches beyond this face of hers and in the profoundest sufferings of her body, the world went on in its grand and renewing and wholly indifferent beauty.

humans were not made to be always alone; humans survive only in the company of other humans.

The spring unleashing its winter-coiled power, the joy of living.

It is a moral failure to miss the profound beauty of the world,

Rejoice, small ant, she thought, in your one life, though too soon dimmed it shall be.