She is the essence of our hopes, and the center of our faith that we are the meaning of the world.
Sunday, February 23, 2014
Fragment from a Dream
In the dream I was on a small ship crowded with refugees from some planetary catastrophe. We were raising a new sail that also generated solar power, something we had obtained with great trouble at our last port of call. As it caught the wind and the sun shone on it someone drew out an old, worn book and read from it: