Our hearts are uplifted by the occasional stories of true Christian love that are manifest in this choppy and dark morass of confusion and uncertainty, and yet we often ask ourselves if we too will ever enjoy the blessing of such love, or if we will ever be so blessed as to share it. Our souls seek moments of peace and prayer; our bodies and minds are swept into a vortex of schedules, duties, expectations, appointments, tasks, worries, anxieties... If any one object bears greater witness to our age, it is the laptop by which you read this very account. At one click you can be in New York. At another, China. Dans un autre, en France. Con un otro, en España. You can read Chaucer, then Twain, then Mailer in the blink of an eye. You may be chatting with a friend somewhere- are they really your friend? Do you really know them? You tire. You open a new window, and then you repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Click. Click. Open. Close. Fly. Blur. With precision you open window to window, and yet you know not at all where you are at that very instant.
Our humanity is sucked into this whirlpool of innovation and velocity so rapidly that we have not even the time to look ourselves in the mirror. A brief reflection in the shards of a world spinning madly about us is as much as we truly get to see of ourselves, and yet it is but a minute reflection.
So where are we after all? Quo vadis?

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