We were fish swimming in the ocean,
unaware of the water and ourselves.
The ocean wanted to be recognized,
so it threw us up on dry land.
We flip after this, we flop after that,
pursuing an ever more elusive happiness.
Is the ocean tormenting us?
Rumi
Over the centuries, Brother Ian has been collecting stories & information & discourses for the purpose of elevating the human condition as needed, dissecting it when necessary, and building the case for hope.
In the spirit of noting that organized crime, organized baseball, organized labour, and organized religion tend to engender controversy & occasional discord, I promise to be neither organized or critical of those who are.