jeffdoc

I love. I hate, (but less than I love). I am ambivalent, (more often than either of the former). I know some things. What do I know? I know that sometimes, not often, but just sometimes when conditions are right, when certain criteria has been met, when prerequisites have been satisfied, when the time has come . . . the universe will constellate right there in the room that I am in. The stars, the galaxies, the music of the spheres, all there, all around me. And, if you were there with me, then you would see them, too. You would hear the music. And you would know what I know then . . . everything. We would feel it, see it, hear it. Glory in it. Be struck dumb. Be awed. Be overcome. Be consumed, or perhaps, absorbed is a better word. And, what then? Love. At other times, I know some things and I know that I know very little. I am human. All too human.