It was the BEST MOST BEAUTIFUL day EVER today, this morning, in sixty-degree fog and rain.
“You don’t do anything halfway, do you?,” John observed yesterday.
No. I don’t. There could absolutely never be anything better. Rapturous.
Remain true to yourself, but move ever upward toward greater consciousness and greater love! At the summit you will find yourselves united with all those who, from every direction, have made the same ascent. For everything that rises must converge.
Pierre Teilhard de Chardin, explaining his theory of the Omega Point
I keep thinking of the Flannery O’Connor title: Everything That Rises Must Converge. It’s a funny, complicated little bit of prose.
Everything does seem to be converging lately, and I guess it is a kind of ascent.
