The past, now.
- Entering through suffering
Slightly edited from an email to my friend Ken today:
“I’m glad you liked [my writings].
You know, I used to talk to one of the priests at [a church in Lower Manhattan] for a while, right after I entered the Church and I was going to daily Mass there all the time. He was a [...]
- Less
Mitsu and I were discussing my previous post:
Mitsu: [Drummond] seems to think (and perhaps this is a Christian tendency in general, also observable in that passage [from 1 Corinthians]) that love is more than the sum of its parts, i.e., that it is its parts, plus. But, I don’t think it’s a sum of parts, [...]
- St. Paul
“Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not Love, I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal. And though I have the gift of prophesy, and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge; and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, and have not [...]
- Mary Robison
“Sex, at my place, in silence, and under a sheet.
Not silence. I can still hear muffled car honks and brakes and tires, the next door neighbor’s cat, and laughter now from some huddle of men, a National Guard helicopter going over, the air fan, the plumbing’s rumble, the bed when we move, a child somewhere [...]
