What is this world that we are so at odds with, this beauty by which we are so wounded, and into which God has so utterly gone?
Into which, rather than from which: in a grain of grammar, a world of hope.
— Christian Wiman, My Bright Abyss, p. 145-6.
There is still hope. It shows up in these small, Spirit-influenced grains that open up worlds otherwise inaccessible to us.