I have this image of faith as the words on a page, and doubt as the unwritten space around the words. Both live together in contrast, and the emptiness of doubt allows the word to stand out. I no longer fear doubts. They do not trouble me as they did in my younger years. How would we know the rich beauty of light without the darkness. How would we recognize the clear word without the void or space surrounding it ? How can one make an act of faith in a spiritual truth without somehow already being in love with the incomprehensible mystery that surrounds and shrouds that truth.
Ps. 139- where can a run from your presence? Even in the darkness is your light.