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Simplicity and complexity together
Rosamond Richardson: "when I was ten years old . . . my mother took me . . . into Holy Trinity Church . . . We went in to look around . . . and all I know is that there was a moment when something changed. A timeless moment, perhaps, a glimpse. Whatever it was (and it was indescribably beautiful and has never left me), I felt the existence of what we call God for lack of words for what is ultimately unknowable and unnameable . . . When, many years later, I read something Witttgenstein said--To believe in a God means to see that the facts of the world are not the end of the matter--it took me back to that moment. What happened that day I had no idea and still don't know, although it certainly wasn't a domesticated deity, the old-man-with-the-beard-wagging-his-finger kind of God. The memory of that moment remains, completely down to earth yet suffused with light not of this world. Ever since, I've loved going into quiet churches and listening to the silence, an experience not unlike waiting for birds in quiet places."