Our children are like lamps we hold out before us to light the path we’re on. The path runs away into the darkness and disappears just beyond their glow. It is ironic that we keep walking into the forest for their sake.
I grew up in Christian fundamentalism, went to hell, came back, became a Presbyterian then a Buddhist Presbyterian, and now I'm a profane Presbyterian Zen Taoist -- not that I'm into labels or anything. Here's what I've learned so far: The more you know, the more you know you don't know.