Status Updates From Holy the Firm

We are most deeply asleep at the switch when we fancy we control any switches at all.

If God were to blast such a service to bits, the congregation would be, I believe, genuinely shocked. But in the low churches you expect it any minute. This is the beginning of wisdom.

Their leafless stems are starting to live visibly deep down n their centers, as hidden as banked fires live, and as clearly as recognition, mute, shines forth from the eyes.

Everything, everything, is whole, and a parcel of everything else.

“For I know it as given that God is all good. And I take it also as given that whatever he touches has meaning, if only in his mysterious terms, the which I readily grant.”

“… The joke part is that we forget it. Give the mind two seconds alone and it thinks it’s Pythagoras. We wake up a hundred times a day and laugh.”

“It is the best joke there is, that we are here, and fools — that we are sown into time like so much corn, that we are souls sprinkled at random like salt into time and dissolved here, spread into manner, connected by cells right down to our feet, and those feet likely to tell us over a tree root or jam us on a stone…