| p39 | What is the secret of vulnerability, sorrow, overwhelmedness, of that which is more than can be endured? It is present every day, every hour, an overflow, a passionate resonance of the heart in the inescapable nature of the body's life. There, beyond any reason, is the desire to escape the inescapable, to abide in a dimension untouched by that which cannot be endured. What can no longer be taken, like weights piled on weights, bricks on bricks, stones on stones, crushing the sweetest and most tender is the making of the wine of the spirit. The unmaking of the inescapable. The cup passing over in the great passing. |