Sunday, March 07, 2004

There is certain beauty in poverty, loss, and desolation. there is a certain strength and grandeur in suffering. Grays, storms, ruins, age are powerful subjects for a painting. Even a dump heap can evoke admiration.

When i look at the world gently, when i look at others the way i have sometimes sensed that something look at me, i become a friend. And there is no higher calling.

It is not that there are no accidents, evil, deformity, pettiness, hatred. It's that there is a broader view. Evil exists in the part. Perfection does in whole. Sin is seeing nearsightedly. And i can choose this broader view--not that i always will--but i always can.

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