I envy these people. Wide-open suffering, their messes all hanging out. Lives boiled down to raw need–a near-holiness to it. And all of us driving our cars up and down the mountain–we’ll go on forever trying to fool each other.
I envy these people. Wide-open suffering, their messes all hanging out. Lives boiled down to raw need–a near-holiness to it. And all of us driving our cars up and down the mountain–we’ll go on forever trying to fool each other.
