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Wednesday, August 6, 2014


Ask, if you must, the questions that persist:
    How did it all begin?
    Is there life after death?
    Does God exist?

This morning, as I watch a bee
dive deep into a blossom on our
Rose of Sharon shrub, my questions
are far simpler, but no less cosmic:
    How does it know to go there?
    What compels it to do so?
    What would it be like to be a bee?

We live surrounded by glorious mystery.

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