I journey through the days knowing the Life and the Death. I am in the living story. I am in the Light and the Light is in me. I am in the world but no longer of it. My identity is anchored in eternal Life. I am eternal. The rationalizations of the abstract mind grow ever quiet. I am in the Quiet and the Quiet is me.

I am when talking with friends and associates. The Spirit fades less and less in outward communication. Faith is in the playfulness of eternal being/Being right in the thick of daily life. Mind is permeated with the spiritual vernacular; no longer clouded by faith in the abstract mind.

The Life is the indwelling vernacular of Quiet as the dark vernacular of outward Clamour (institutional, religious, political, governmental, ideological, theological) fades in the intensity of lost Play regained ... the Living Gospel.