And here we are, wondering how to be part of this transformation, how to
tend and cultivate it; how to keep it from becoming something dreadful and
instead inch it toward something beautiful. I somehow picture it like that
befuddling Olympic sport, curling. We can't force this rebirthing world to
move forward the way we want. But we can skate alongside with brooms, and
create the subtle conditions for it to gently incline toward blessing.