In a letter he wrote in 1888, Vincent Van Gogh remarked about the deeply felt capacity of the stars to speak about God.  Indeed.  When I look at the starry abundance of a  mountain landscape, I remain awestruck by the mystery implicit in creation's dance of life.  And it is this mystery, this mystery of simultaneous presence and absence, that pushes me beyond the black and white categories of my humanness.  It is this mystery that makes me think that although we may know the universe, we'll never know, fully, life.  It is, perhaps, these stars, the "starry night" that opens our eyes to what life is--and can be--the door to God.

     We're always looking for more.