I searched for knowledge. I looked to my parents for wisdom and I found the folkways of my country and my cultures. But I thought these walled my mind and made me small, so I left these behind.

I looked to my teachers in the schools and I learned arithmetic and alphabets, sciences and histories. I found these compressive and masked and so I left these behind.

I looked to my friends and fellows around me and found only opinions and fears and prejudices, no more worthy than my own, or each from the other. So I left these behind.

I looked to the literature of the world and read the thoughts and hopes and facts and fantasies of the great and wretched poets, and I found them beautiful, but empty because of a yearning for a solving of mystery. So I left these behind.

I studied the philosophies of the world, the spirits and views of the West and the East and I found these all to be lacking, from too much pretense, from corruptions, from prejudices and fears, so I left these behind.

I looked to the politics and laws of the world and studied their rationalities and democracy, their theory and their authoritarianism. But these were soulless and sickly , so I left these behind as well.

I searched for knowledge. I searched for knowledge and found God. I found Him here: a root in the earth. I found Her there: a rock embedded in the earth. I found Them there and here: drops of rain upon the earth. I found God everywhere, waiting for me. Waiting for me to realize that knowledge is within me.

To realize that knowledge is silence upon seeing the moon hang large over a full, dark sea amid the endless stars of the sky.
Faith Corner
The Prelude To An Ascent (The Ending)