The human spirit, that numinous and mysterious force that exists within us, so pervasive in determining the entire range of human behavior and thought, and yet too elusive to be measured or quantified by any scientific method or exercise.
It cannot be seen, touched, or heard, only experienced.
It is this spirit that enables us to find the resolve, the strength, and the will, to overcome horrific events or experiences, and to navigate this journey called life.
It enables us to be moved emotionally by great art and music, to love and to care for one another, to share deeply in the happiness and grief of others, to nurture dreams and aspirations for ourselves and for others, to imagine our own souls, and to imagine God.
The human spirit is God’s foundation; He is imagined and experienced out of this spirit. He is in the human spirit. He is the human spirit. Without us, He cannot be, and without the human spirit, we cannot be what we are and what we hope to be.
My search for understanding has taken me on a maze-like path, moving in one direction and another, retreating at a dead end, and choosing still another path. Remarkably, in spite of the tortuous route, I am always left feeling one step closer to my goal.