Word and Place
Thursday October 13, 2011I did the math, and during the average waking hour I’m 2,227 feet above the earth. It’s a height that obscures one’s vision—too high to see the particularities, not separated enough from the dirt to see that all of it together is a particularity called creation, and me a part of it, and less and more of it than I often imagine myself to be. The attendant on a recent flight couldn’t say the word “ask” properly. She stood at the front of the jet with the phone to her lips,
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