On theology and simpleness…
A passion for light and for challenging what we perceive to be untruth can make us kind of seem clinical, logical, intellectual. It *is* this, it is *not* this. Especially when talking about things beyond our comprehension, yet filled with well-directed passion.
So relying on stories and imagery could be more modest and reverent, more appropriate and expressive with the vastness, than plain prose is. But it could also leave a vagueness in which light can be lost, and real problems not addressed.
Any responses welcome. How do we come at this as we speak what’s in our hearts about reality and unreality?