I long for grace. I long for the possibility that what seems to be true, is not true. That honest transformation of me and mine, of my life and the world, can happen…. making beauty out of ugly things. I long for that.That things are not “just the way they are.” That things will not always be as they always will be. That the universe is not fundamentally indifferent to my deepest longings. Instead, grace “travels outside of karma”—and therefore as a human being I can make choices, and those choices transformed by grace –“makes beauty out of ugly things.” Even and especially me, dust that I am.