Oftentimes I think it is far better to listen for an answer, rather than talk out of an effort to create one.

Prayer is lifting something up to a God Who had the answer before I knew I had the problem.

Why is it that none of the things I construct ever make me feel safe? The answer lies in the fact that safety can’t be created. It can only be found. And the only thing I've found that’s never been created is God.

If you can get others to believe that your random guesses are actual answers, they’ll never guess that you never understood the question in the first place.

What is ‘life,’ we ask?” The answer is quite simple. It is whatever’s left over after we’ve extracted the meddling of men.

We somehow have led ourselves to believe that our questions are big enough to encircle life, and that life is small enough to be contained by the answers. The real question might be, are we ignorant or just plain stupid?