First we summited, then we spelunked.
It is impossible to fail on purpose. The man who does this has, after all, succeeded. Failure is the Paschal mystery. It’s where the new me is forged.
It is impossible for the man who breathes diaphragmatically to have a problem.
Dig one hole. Dig it deep.
The psalmist did not say, “Two things have I desired…”
“If you put sincere effort in one place, the gold in the stone will break for you.”
Blue plummets into red, indigo arises. Call that what it is: a miracle.