I sit at the window and look out. The world is so vast and confusing. So completely impregnable and so disconcerting. I look out and see things that I can name, but do not know who compose in me the vastness of the lostness. That is why I go away from the window to limit …
17. Touch my soul We meet so many people every day. There must be thousands, over time, weeks, months, years, decades. Most of them pass by. There is no encounter. It’s over. Sometimes we collide. There is no encounter. It’s an accident. We will be introduced to some of them. For a variety of …