And I'm reading Richard Russo's novel "Bridge of Sighs" which is a big, sprawling, grown-up good read.

Sunday Poem

From NoUtopia:

“(Physicist) Stephen Hawking, … admitted that he had given up his quest for a “grand unified theory of everything” on the grounds that we are part of it. Any explanation which tries to include the observer doing the explaining must necessarily be incomplete.” –John Habgood

“At its most profound, faith is not an answer to life’s questions but a willingness to inhabit the darkness of knowing there are some things we cannot know.” –Tina Beattie

“Faith is the substance of things hoped for...” --Saul of Tarsus

But Hope Jim Culleny

When in a mirror I see what I take to be me looking back, I realize this is a feedback of light looping off yellow kitchen walls and the startled animal that stands and stares like the famous head-lit deer

Any thought of what it sees, any imagination, does not reflect as well. No spark of intellect is seen doubling up in the silvered glass, nothing not known made known, no recycled revelations appear, only the seeable bouncing back and forth echoing and echoing.

Beyond this is no other evidence but hope