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At seventeen, Charles Gibbs was asked to stay after Sunday school class by a well-meaning elder — and left with a message that would redirect the entire arc of his life: we don’t ask questions like that here. Rather than killing his spiritual hunger, that closed door sent him into theater, into poetry, into decades building the United Religions Initiative across six continents — all of it, he now sees, is the same search wearing different clothes. What emerged from an unplanned conversation is a man who has made peace with living inside the questions themselves. He draws on Wordsworth’s poem, “Lines Written a Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey” — and the image of “an eye made quiet” — to gesture at the contemplative states where questions finally dissolve, not because they’re answered, but because the one asking them temporarily disappears.
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