Then to hear his voice, to hear him speak. And it doesn't seem to be understandable or controllable. For example, I've done a lot of flying lately, and it seems Sister Act II was always playing on the plane. Generally I read or write on airplanes rather than watch movies. I said I may be searching for meaning.
Clarity is another word that comes to mind.
I'm turned off by a lot of what I see around me, the shallow and the superficial, the disingenuous and the political, the violent and the venal. And I know that we will be consumed by this mess if we don't do something to turn the train around, or at least get on the right track. And I know that there is nothing on the horizon remotely resembling an answer to our needs. Or maybe it's the spirit of those who have informed my life in some way, the spirit that is dwelling in each of us. None of us survives forever.