Ponderings

Does anyone have the foggiest idea what sort of power
we so blithely invoke?

Or, as I suspect, does no one believe a word of it?

The churches are children playing on the floor
with their chemistry sets, mixing up a batch of TNT
to kill a Sunday morning.

It is madness to wear ladies' straw hats and velvet hat to church;
we should all be wearing crash helmets.
Ushers should issue life preservers and signal flares;

they should lash us to our pews.

~Annie Dillard