At the end of Ignazio Silone's Bread and Wine a woman protagonist attempts to trace the steps of an imposter-priest up into snow covered hills... she finds only wolves.
I find myself today feeling like this woman, twice betrayed and cold, I am face to face now with capitulation far from any place I might call home but still no closer to "God"... unless I can equate God's light with the blinding snow.
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