We’re these strange, exotic cocktails of dust and quarks and blood and soul and all that can’t be named, containing infinite depth and dimension and spirit, featherless bipeds arguing and dividing ourselves up about all sorts of things that are, in the end, completely meaningless.
There is nothing holier than being covered in your craft. Plaster. Saw dust. Paint. My only regret, as a writer, is that when I set down the pen, or close the screen, there is no toil left visible on my hands. There is no cut, no blister. I can almost sneak my entire life into a stack of paper and have nothing to show for it, if I do not place it in your hands like a telescope and give you permission to look inside of me. Perhaps, though, that is the gift of it.
On a deeper level you are already complete. When you realize that, there is a joyous energy behind what you do.
—Eckhart Tolle (via lazyyogi)
Muslim (Americans) need to understand culture in the way we understand street lights: who can remember when they learned red means stop, green means go? No one can. It’s a part of the cultural landscape. It allows us to function, to be efficient and to be safe. The trouble nowadays is that many go to extremes: there is no culture, only religion, or there is no religion, only culture. Both are deaf, dumb, and blind ways of navigating reality.
We all need a little help along the way.
It’s great to love Jesus, just don’t be a dick about it.