Even as we grow more keenly aware of the fragility of our existence and begin to believe that each moment of what Karl Rahner terms our "dying life" is a gift of unfathomable beauty, it is too much for us to bear. If we were constantly enraptured by gratitude and awe, we wouldn't get much done. It's easier and far more efficient to go about our daily tasks as though we were the sun around which the earth is spinning, and devote our attention not to divine mysteries but to whatever comes along: deadlines, e-mail, rush-hour traffic. And all this is oddly comforting.
Kathleen NorrisAcedia & Me
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