“Words are cold, muddy toads trying to understand sprites dancing in a field – but they’re all we have.”

— Yann Martel, Beatrice and Virgil (via quotespile)

Our words are cheap symbols of a creation that combines both material and immaterial. Seen and unseen. How can human words express what is a mystery? How can we discuss the ground of all being through mechanisms that are part of the creation? All we have is too small. Too simple.

Yet it is what God has given us. So let’s use it to its fullness.

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