Imagine if we never heard a sound from beyond our world, not a sign out of the eternal silence of God. How lonely a world without a word. But that is not the way of it. The infinite has spoken, and spoken with a human throat. Eternity’s intimate knows well what it’s like to hunger and to eat, to smile and run and play; to die and wake. The infinite is a word that speaks in human language. And when we take up the Scriptures, or perhaps another kind of reflection on our human destiny, we are approaching –as our fathers put it—a meal, a banquet of the spirit. We speak it, eat it, do it a tender kind of violence, love it into our whole being.