Paradox reveals reality as, at best, disjunctive, contradictory and illogical, largely because our knowledge and understanding is always incomplete, and liable to be turned upside down by newly discovered truth statements, but also because our means of understanding and our means of expression – thought and language – cannot hope to do justice to either the truth or the world, in all their glory. God is not the Word, and any attempt to see him as such is weak wishful thinking. God is, I suspect, more a subtle connective resonance that runs through reality, that makes things real by rupturing all truth statements, that makes evental magic with its shimmer of freedom, exposing the Word, and all words, all humanism, as a dead duck. And so humility is not timid deference, but a courageous stance that refuses the comfort of a made up mind for the sake of an open heart. This is what the poets beautifully call Negative Capability: the ability to negate the thinking mind and operate instead from the wordless heart.