It's harder to appreciate what you don't have to look hard to find.

It wasn't a dance, but the complete absence of noise and movement, the silence, that brought me in contact with myself.

No Time In a rush this weekday morning, I tap the horn as I speed past the cemetery where my parents lie buried side by side under a smooth slab of granite. Then, all day long, I think of him rising up to give me that look of knowing disapproval while my mother calmly tells him to lie back down.

What if the Christ and the Messiah come, and they’re two different guys?

Written By Tom Robbins

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