What is it that we all believe

What is it that we all believe in that we cannot see or hear or feel or taste or smell – this invisible thing that heals all sorrows, reveals all lies and renews all hope?  What is it that has always been and always will be, from whose bosom we all came and to which we will all return?  Most call it Time.  A few realize that it is God.  ~Robert Brault, www.robertbrault.com

It always strikes me and it is

It always strikes me, and it is very peculiar, that when we see the image of indescribable and unutterable desolation – of loneliness, of poverty and misery, the end of all things, or their extreme – then rises in our mind the thought of God.  ~Vincent van Gogh, Dear Theo: An Autobiography of Vincent van Gogh, 1937MCDD

For after all put it as we

For, after all, put it as we may to ourselves, we are all of us from birth to death guests at a table which we did not spread.  The sun, the earth, love, friends, our very breath are parts of the banquet…. Shall we think of the day as a chance to come nearer to our Host, and to find out something of Him who has fed us so long?  ~Rebecca Harding DavisQSO

34i was six when i saw that

"I was six when I saw that everything was God, and my hair stood up, and all," Teddy said.  "It was on a Sunday, I remember.  My sister was a tiny child then, and she was drinking her milk, and all of a sudden I saw that she was God and the milk was God.  I mean, all she was doing was pouring God into God, if you know what I mean.  ~J.D. Salinger, "Teddy," 1954MCDD