I will not ask that you fear what you do not know, nor do I think you know what you do not like, neither do I think you will like what you do not wish, even when so doing brings you closer to God. Semblance of meaning is a rock balanced on a ledge jutting out over a cliff. So much energy, static power that sways--almost. The will pushes, winds blow, night comes, and the final shove begins a moment with no return. Rolling, bouncing, where is the valley? Where is the end? What becomes of the power? So many words, almost to make sense--not quite. Spins the blue bearing in a ceramic sphere.