Sublime

The moment of illumination that burns across the sky of solitude.

The point is: his life was not centered around the place where he lived.

It was never possible for him to be where he was.

Then he writes. It was. It will never be again.

“You will note that where you would think should be the end of Jonah, there was his safety.”

The reckless future, the mystery of what has not yet happened: this, too, he learned, can be preserved in memory.