Pain is an interesting and off-putting thing. Few if any things in life concentrate our attention so completely and terribly, and few things are more boring to listen to or read about.
It started 25 years ago, when I was teaching elementary school in a small town in Missouri
Lovemaking seems all too absurd when described.
It's odd how violence and humor so often go together, isn't it?
It occurs to me that our survival may depend upon our talking to one another.
If there is a true religion in the universe, it must include the truth of contact or be forever hollow.