Till We Have Faces

Why does God not walk around in the open for everyone to see? What is all this but cat-and-mouse play and mere jugglery? Why is He invisible?

Are we able to know the real, unedited versions of ourselves, or do we just settle with only beautified and idealized versions of ourselves?

Beauty matters — even if some pretend it doesn’t. But why exactly?

We get life and strength from ‘holy places’ — and not knowledge and words. But is that really so?