Life, a mixture of the sacred and the profane. Remarkable people walk that line between the two facets of the world, and to some they appear strange. Emily Dickinson finding the sacredness of words, terms to describe the eternal. Those who stumble into the profane of worldly politics at times, yet who maintain a grasp on the sacred, not quite belonging to the political, but their words from higher. Yes, the sacred doesn't belong in politics, except when it is time to make the big choices and decisions. Earthy and profane, each in their own way, a Lincoln, a Kennedy, flesh and blood, tuned to higher calling and poetry.

The totalitarian economic giant versus the Buddhist monk; the terrorist versus the cleric; the self-promoter versus the teacher--it's often that way.