"Life, I love you, all is groovy."  Do you believe this to be true?  Taken from a song written by Paul Simon, these words say much about how we try to see the shape and form of our existence.  After hearing the song this morning, I looked out my study window at the budding day.  Rain was falling, the trees were bare, the gardens unkempt and abandoned, deadened by the brumality of the moment.  Then I recalled the words of a song by George Harrison, a song which appeared on his first solo album, a song in which he asks repeatedly, "Tell me, what is life?"

     Harrison captures the point.  If we do not know what life is, how can we love it?  And if we do not know why we're here, how can we know all is groovy?
     As an ancient ascetic put it, apart from the presence of larger purpose, we're no more than "pelicans in the wilderness."
     And a pelican can't hold more than his or her mouth is large.
     The rain is still falling.