I begin to wonder: where in the world is the architect, the guy who is supposed to be in charge of the big picture pulling all the pieces together to create a coherent buildin, Why is he nowhere to be found?
The truth, of course, is that the architect is very much present. When I look carefully I can see, that once in a while everybody involved in this mess refers back to a little book for direction. Yes, they're looking at the blueprint.
Where is the architect, the order, I asked? I'll be able to see him when the building is complete. Until then, if I want to discover some order I must look to those little papers that contain the meaning of it all.
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The one thought that goes through my mind when I look at the world around me is chaos. Everybody is doing their own thing, each pulling in another direction. Yet I know there is meaning to the mess, I know there is an architect who will emerge when we compleate the construction. Until then I find him in a litle book, I find him in the Torah.
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