Thursday October 18, 2018
From a text
For centuries, human beings thought that they were more science than miracle, more flesh and bone than story and wish. Only now, when everything’s wearing thin, when the music on the radio is no longer a revolution, only now, are we waking up to miracle, story, wish, fire, fuel, hunger, so much more.
Men in musty suits shake their shaggy eyebrows at the army of good, the army of anger. The seed was planted a long time ago. The tree grows.