The more we are peculiar, the more we are the same.
The more we are peculiar, the more we are the same.
:- Doug.
Archive for February 9th, 2010
To all my relation…a timeless view….
To all my relation…I used to think that my family looked, to God with a timeless view, as beads on a string, one after another, as if continuous blooms on one stalk. Now I wonder if it is us who must see this—and more: strands and stalks stretching out to cousins of cousins and beyond to the sixth degree of relation, so we begin to see everyone out there as all my relations—all one life.
:- Doug.
