Everything Is Full Of Sacramental

When I Confront A Human Being As My Thou And Speak The Basic Word I-thou To Him, Then He Is No Thing Among Things Nor Does He Consist Of Things. He Is No Longer He Or She, A Dot In The World Grid Of Space And Time, Nor A Condition To Be Experienced And Described, A Loose Bundle Of Named Qualities. Neighborless And Seamless, He Is Thou And Fills The Firmament. Not As If There Were Nothing But He; But Everything Else Lives In His Light.

All Names Of God Remain Hallowed Because They Have Been Used Not Only To Speak Of God But Also To Speak To Him.

Power Abdicates Only Under The Stress Of Counter-power.

There Is No Room For God In Him Who Is Full Of Himself.

Our Relationships Live In The Space Between Us Which Is Sacred.