I believe now that spirituality is destructive. Destructive because it sweeps aside the ego, the way a drop of rain is flung from the sailor's brow into the sea; the way dust is pushed aside, without thought, to make a new foundation. I believe now that spirituality is constructive: In the manner of placing atop the candle's meager head a bright crown of flame by which he faces the dark, uncontested with his bold, new powers of illumination. Religion would teach this, but often fears it more than the rest. Not many things have the heart to court their own destruction... no matter the world that lies beyond the warm cocoon or the insistent pressure of new wings.