More beauty, and truth (are these always companions in some way?) this time in words:
"This is my dilemma... I am dust and ashes, frail and wayward, a set of predetermined behavioural responses ... riddled with fears, beset with needs... the quintessence of dust and unto dust I shall return... But there is something else in me... Dust I may be, but troubled dust, dust that dreams, dust that has strange premonitions of transfiguration, of a glory in store, a destiny prepared, an inheritance that will one day be my own...So my life is stretched out in a painful dialectic between ashes and glory, between weakness and transfiguration. I am a riddle to myself, an exasperating enigma...this strange duality of dust and glory."
Bishop Richard Holloway