I Like Trees

Let my ignorance and my failings
Remain far behind me like tracks made in a wet season,
At the end of which I have vanished,
So that those who track me for their own twisted ends
May be rewarded only with ignorance and failings.
But let me leave my cry stretched out behind me like a road
On which I have followed you.
And sustain me for my time in the desert
On what is essential to me.
-W. S. Merwin

What we see reflects us.
            We all know this, but it never seems to come up more resoundingly, or more painfully, than in the disputes about god. Families fight wars over this. People forswear friends. Angry books get written. People hate the idea of anyone else being deluded, while forgetting that none of us have [...]