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dawnHere is an unspeakable secret: paradise is all around us and we do not understand.

It is wide open. The sword is taken away, but we do not know it:

We are off “one to his farm and another to his merchandise.”

Lights on. Clocks ticking. Thermostats working. Stoves cooking. Electric shavers filling radios with static.

“Wisdom,” cries the dawn deacon, but we do not attend.

~ Thomas Merton
(from Thomas Merton’s Book of Hours by Kathleen Deignan)