Thus the Light rains, thus pours,
the liquid and rushing crystal
beneath the knees of the gods.
The hardest spiritual work in the world is to love the neighbor as the self - to encounter another human being not as someone you can use, change, fix, help, save, enroll, convince or control, but simply as someone who can spring you from the prison of yourself, if you will allow it.
~ Barbara Brown Taylor in AN ALTAR IN THE WORLD