barely scraping by

I don’t think we have all the words in a single vocabulary to explain what we are or why we are.  I don’t think we have the range of emotion to fully feel what someone else is feeling.  I don’t think any of us can sit in judgment of another human being.  We’re incomplete creatures, barely scraping by.  Is it possible–from the perspective of this quickly spinning Earth and our speedy journey from crib to coffin–to know the difference between right, wrong, good, and evil?  I don’t know if it’s even useful to try.

“God go with you!” the mushroom man had said, and I was grateful to him.

Because if anyone was going to be with us on this journey, it might as well be God.

– Alexandra Fuller, Scribbling the Cat

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