Sunday

Sacred never did mean inviolable.  Sacredness long anticipated the violation, and through the violation, to restoration.  And it is this anticipation through that transcends and sanctifies, falsely or truly.  In one way or another, we all think through the event of death to more, or else devalue individual life.  The latter is a real option, and in some configurations even a respectable one.  But we more often think through to an afterlife, another life, or - more rarely when more than vaguely - a convergence back into the bloodstream of family, state or human history or the path of all life, or something of cosmos.  It is not the impossible correctness but the imperfect effectiveness of all this that may awe us.  And it is one of the arrows of time.  One can reason backwards and forwards in time.  But faith runs only forwards, either towards the future or towards the unknown past, which is a kind of future.