Tabitha

“Many poets are not poets for the same reason that many religious men are not saints: they never succeed in being themselves. They wear out their minds and bodies in a hopeless endeavor to have somebody else’s experiences or write somebody else’s poems or possess somebody else’s sanctity. They waste their years in vain efforts to be some other

They were quiet for a time, alone with their thoughts, but then John sat up straight, struck by a thought. “There’s a passage in Exodus—God tells Moses, ‘No one can see My face, but I will protect you with My hand until I have passed by you, and then I will remove My hand and you will see My back.’ Remember that?”

Emilio nodded, listening.

“Well, I

“Go back down the mountain, my heart,” Suukmel advised serenely. “Listen to Isaac’s music again. Remember what you thought when you first heard it. Know that if we are children of one God, we can make ourselves one family in time.”

“And if God is just a song?” Ha’anala asked, alone and frightened.

Suukmel did not answer for a while. Finally she said,

“ We have a progressive movement that seems to kick down every societal boundary that’s been built over the years, and then demands we put our own back up—and defend them alone.” — Freya India in an interview with N.S. Lyons https://open.substack.com/pub/theupheaval/p/the-self-and-the-soul-a-dialogue?r=bfch&utm_medium=ios

“Cain does not believe that God is just. He responds in a fury by murdering his brother. It is as if he is shouting at heaven, ‘Oh, so my offering is not good enough for you? Try this one on for size!’

Abel is an offering of infinite value. Cain is sacrificing the image of God to God.

That is what murder is. It is the killing of the imago Dei. It is