The interior place where we experience God is the same kind of place and as real as the place here we experience music and poetry.
~ by Karen Armstrong
It may be that when we no longer know what to do
we have come to our real work,
and that when we no longer know which way to go
we have come to our real journey.
The mind that is not baffled is not employed.
The impeded stream is the one that sings.