I learned, amidst much else, that there is no salvation in assigning causes, or pigeon-holing. But be of good cheer. I have overcome the world. Until I began to endure with light. In analytical and creative thought.
Mind is lazier than body.
Yet across the papers on my desk, or through the computer behind me, or out of the planning session that now envelops me, there may fall a light that makes all else shadow. Such moments, or blessedly, hours, when the mind flies through relationships, concepts, images, presentiments, memories in a bundle that is not a jumble, but a meaningful spread of truth, are joyous. All their vaunted genius would only equal babes playing with blocks. Under Him, one can think about and think through all things. In rest and sleep, and the casual letting go.