And ah! bright wings....

When young men carry death with them on their backs and detonate destruction in the heart of the city, and 8 men in suits sit around finest mahogany tables with the lives of millions in their hands; hear wisdom from Heschel.

We have not only forfeited faith; we have lost our faith in the meaning of faith. All we have is a sense of horror. We are afriad of man. We are terrfied at our own power. Our proud Western civilization has not withstood the stram of cruelty and crime that burst forth out of the undercurrents of evil in the human soul. We nealy drown in a stream of guilt and misery that leaves no conscience clean. What have we done with our power? What have we done to the world? The flood of wretchedness is sweeping away our montrous conceit. Who is the Lord? We despair of ever regaining an awareness of him, of ever regaining faith in the meaning of faith. Ineed, our of system of ideas where knowledge is power, where values are a synonym for needs, where the pyramid ofbeing is turned upisde down - it is hard to find a way to an awareness of God. If the world is only power to us and we are all absorbed in a gold rush, then the only god we may come upon is the golden claf. Nature as a tool box is a world that does not point beyond itself. It is when nature is sensed as mystery and grandeur that it calls upon us to look beyond it.