More of everything if it is ours alone
November 27th, 2006
“Why is it so hard to imagine ourselves alone and obliged to make up meaning as we go along?
Sunsets, Ingrid Bergman, and Bach cantatas are no less beautiful if they are not God’s fault.
And if our career in conscious time is brief, then it ought to be more precious, and our stewardship more steadfast, and our mercies more numerous, and our grace more abounding, before the big sleep.”
—John Leonard