FootprintsintheWind.com

G*d is empty: the still small whisper, the breeze, the babe in a feeding trough, the vibrant man consenting to his own execution. This is living, this is G*d: to enter in, to meet. Our job then is to meet. We must converse. We must take the world into our own hands to mold, to invite, to meet. If we turn away from the world and lose ourselves in drugs, video games, books, the pursuit of money or fame, we have done no other than suicide. We have thrown away living.

But if we meet living, we breed it. We breed conversation; we breed living.

The person who meets living, who converses with living on purpose, is the one who creates worlds, makes living anew.

:- Doug.