The years like great black oxen tread the world, and God, the herdsman goads them on behind, and I am broken by their passing feet. – William Butler Yeats

In many areas of understanding, none so much as in our understanding of God, we bump up against a simplicity so profound that we must assign complexities to it to comprehend it at all. It is mindful of how we paste decals to a sliding glass door to keep from bumping our nose against it. – Robert Brault, rbrault.blogspot.com