You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting--
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

© Mary Oliver.

"Religion is a compass, not a map.
We can also navigate by the stars.

Now is what matters now.

Some ancient scribe left an “o” out of the word “good” in order to save a little papyrus, and look at all the confusion that’s followed. I think our lesson here is that details matter.

Sometimes society seems to me to be a system of gas giant egos with pretty moons dancing around them. We live on different worlds together.

We are smarter and better informed than any of us.

Bush is not the problem.
He re presents the problem.
Stupidity is the problem.
We’re working on it.

We unfold the plan.
The plan unfolds us."