There are places in the world where it is hard to breathe. Once, I knew an ascension. A lifting of the body, up and up. I have seen mountains. This was different. This was the flesh of the earth – all it’s minerals and chemicals, soil and rock – reaching past its own limits and …
The little towns hereabout knew something of big crime a few months back. A Minnesota boy, gone crazy, went on a killing spree in Northern Iowa. What he did was this: he entered a gas station in the middle of the night and killed whomever he found there. Then, he drove three or ten miles …
Oscar Wilde says, in his beautiful religious meditation De Profundis, that the problem of guilt and sin is not in what we do, but in what we become. Repentance is not a popular word these days, unless you’re a fundamentalist. I doubt it ever was terribly popular. But we all recognize it, now and then, …
A soul cleaves to god. The word cleaves is important – it signifies both an act of separating and an opposite act of pressing in, nearness so tight a hair’s breadth couldn’t pass through. As two beads of water, pressed: the viscous wall of their separablity tougher, for that moment, than steel. More impressive, anyway. …
