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Edited on Mon May-04-09 07:25 AM by BlueIris
"Why"
is this man sitting here weeping in this swanky restaurant on his 61st birthday, because his fear grows stronger each year, because he's still the boy running all out to first base, believing getting there means everything, because of the spiders climbing the sycamore outside his house this morning, the elegance of a civilization free of delusion, because of the boyish faces of the five dead soldiers on TV, the stoic curiosity in their eyes, their belief in the righteousness of sacrifice, because innocence is the darkest place in the universe, because of the Iraqis on their hands and knees, looking for a bloody button, a bitten fingernail, evidence of their stolen significance, because of the primitive architecture of his dreams, the brutal egoism of his ignorance, because he believes in deliverance, the purity of sorrow, the sanctity of truth, because of the original human faces of his wife and two boys smiling at him across this glittering table, because of their passion for commemorating their certainty that goodness continues, because of the spiders clinging to the elegance of each moment, because getting there still means everything?
~Philip Schultz
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