Wednesday, October 1, 2008

e equals mc squared

One cannot help but be the message he is. Equal parts beatitude, Corinthian charity, joy. A physical law that applies to us as salt of the earth, the mix giving us our particular identity, our humor, our wine, no side negated, if one were to speculate, to project how to be aligned as a being.

Chekhov was good at catching this mix in people's lives, like the sorrowful, tender, problematic coupling that is the story The Lady With The Pet Dog.

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