Are we loved by life itself?
What Have I Seen: Reflections on Seeing from Those Who Live
I didn’t ask myself this question literally, “how do we see?” I wasn’t wise enough for that. The question only came to me after my eyes had been cleared, after I had been given the gift of a two-by-four between the eyebrows, the gift of a life and history and Earth colliding into one singular explosion, a big bang.
I’ve written poetry about it, but now …