seems to me.

Very hard to find simple categories.

"The faithfulness I can imagine," write poet Adrienne Rich, "would be a weed flowering in tar, a blue energy piercing the massed atoms of a bedrock disbelief."

That is a determinedly pre-Christian, almost pre-consciousness formulation of faith, a plunge into very ancient Jungian archetypes shifting around in the subconscious and discoverable in fragments of a dream-state.

And I by god like it.