The old monks used to say: “The deeper you go, the fewer the words.” And when you do emerge—you find those words scattered across a thousand tongues. No single tradition owns the Mystery. The Tao whispers it. The Psalms cry it. The Upanishads sing it. And the Gospels hint at it through parable and paradox.
Globalization isn’t erasing faith. It’s exposing our provincial theologies and daring us to grow up. The next Reformation won’t be nailed to a door. It will be whispered across borderless conversations like this one.
The old monks used to say: “The deeper you go, the fewer the words.” And when you do emerge—you find those words scattered across a thousand tongues. No single tradition owns the Mystery. The Tao whispers it. The Psalms cry it. The Upanishads sing it. And the Gospels hint at it through parable and paradox.
Globalization isn’t erasing faith. It’s exposing our provincial theologies and daring us to grow up. The next Reformation won’t be nailed to a door. It will be whispered across borderless conversations like this one.
Virgin Monk Boy
"Daring us to grow up"... Indeed!