What do we do with the things we don’t have answers for?  How do we keep living, much less thrive, with the unresolved?  What happens when life does not have a neat package and a pretty bow?  Where do we turn when the pat answers and religious structures we have leaned on in the past no longer hold us up?  

Within me the language is confused and the structure I’ve always worked on is deserted as a result.  Is this the point?  To have me abandon the tower of my own making?  To prove that the power to reach the answers of heaven is not mine?