Sublime

Maybe it’s all my subconscious, finally paying attention to something other than me.

sweet affections and austere diktats, hugs and kisses mixed with stony pronouncements: “It’s

Descriptions like Nuland’s convinced me that such things could be known only face-to-face.

Throughout college, my monastic, scholarly study of human meaning would conflict with my urge to forge and strengthen the human relationships that formed that meaning.

Books became my closest confidants, finely ground lenses providing new views of the world.