Some days I wonder that we manage to communicate with others at all; that our words ever mean the same things inĀ our minds as they do in the minds of other people. Often our words go way past their mark, zinging off into the darkness, never reaching a mark. We lob our words, filled with beloved meaning, off toward other hearts, hoping to share our hearts with other people. And – again and again – we discover that our endeavor is a failed one, that we are truly alone but for God.