in case i can’t think of a single word to say

off to speak to prison chaplains this morning. these two quotes are rolling around in my head. as all other words seem to have disappeared from my mind today, we might just meditate on each of them for the three hours.

No good book has ever been written that has in it symbols arrived at beforehand and stuck in. That kind of symbol sticks out like raisins in raisin bread. Raisin bread is all right, but plain bread is better.

I tried to make a real old man, a real boy, a real sea and a real fish and real sharks. But if I made them good and true enough they would mean many things. The hardest thing is to make something really true and sometimes truer than true.

– Ernest Hemingway [via kottke]

If the face of the Beloved
does not make you gasp in wonder
and laugh ecstatically with joy
then you must be like a stone
good only for building prison walls.

– Rumi