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I met a man yesterday who in the twentieth year of his retirement, despite, maybe because of, physical disabilities, reads a book a day. His mind is sharp, his handshake firm, and he smiles a lot at a world he finds fascinating.

:- Doug.

We is better than any individual: We honors each individual. We honors the voices unheard, the larger voice we do not always wish to attend, the voices and voice calling us to be better, to seek the good of all.

:- Doug.

There is a oneness which I have seen and experienced in contemplation which calls us to the higher, which is always compassion. We converse out of compassion, compassion calls us to converse. If we work out a theological politics which calls us to hate, this is far from God, Christ, Jesus, Muhammad, and Abraham. This is far from our highest transcendent humanity. What is the best we can be? Certainly we can do better than to hate.

:- Doug.

We can meet, we have met. There is that thin spot where the holy and the mundane touch, as on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel, as in the narrows of the hourglass, as in the contemplative sitting beside. And so we can become intimate, even if without words, without thoughts, without images.

:- Doug.

What is right for Bob? What would make his moments and hours better, relieve his pains of whatever nature? From his point of view? What if you were someone else’s child visiting him while you were visiting theirs? Does it hurt if he has a phone or a daily hamburger? What difference if he does not eat his vegetables?

:- Doug.