Shying away from the edge, contained within the safety of the borders, satisfied I tell myself with the way things have always been. Venturing out only on the well worn paths to visit other well marked territories. But I hear the call of the wilderness, off the beaten paths, between the familiar places. The desert where the scapegoats roam, the ones not welcome any longer in polite company. Scapegoats and wild things, untamed and fierce. The land they inhabit does not welcome, commanding awe. Hushed voices warn of trespassing into this wilderness, speaking of danger, implicating reason, implying treasonous intent. It is scandal to want to engage this wildness, heresy to walk outside the lines. But hidden behind the rocks, among the scapegoats and untamed things, a fresh wind whispers. Come, risk the scandalous, and here in the wilderness you will come face to face with the divine.