Out of our incompleteness and our disorientation, out of our longing and our wanderlust, arises the motive force of every love and every revolution, of our science and our art, of our creation and our self-creation. Every creative act is an act of traversal.*
Maria Popova
Someday, maybe we will have the courage to add “the communion of sinners,” too.**
Richard Rohr
I do not believe
I journey to become complete
but because I am incomplete,
I do not keep walking because
I want to be found
but because I am lost,
I do not want to come to an end
but to continue beginning;
Perhaps this is
who we are?
*Maria Popova’s The Marginalian blog: Where Love Goes When It Goes;
**Richard Rohr’s The Tears of Things; suggesting an addition to the Apostles’ Creed’s “the communion of saints.”
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