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When I read philosophy or theology now, after a short time it seems to me it's often just words about words; the writer seems to be ensnared in a tradition's or her or his own language. For me, twenty minutes meditating trying really to see THIS Cezanne, THIS Hiroshige, THIS mountain, THIS bluejay, THIS pine tree or THIS child's face is time better spent: really to BE in THIS moment, in THIS place, this here, this now leads me closer to what IS. When I can really see, then what I once read seems correct: whatever is, is holy. It is in this here, this now that I can almost glimpse the Holy One in whom we live and have our being--in which all that is has its being. And this seeing is what, when I am doing my best, I am after when I make a photograph.