Like pilgrims scurrying up a mountain, writers climb in faith. Unable to see over the next hill or page break, we trek onward and upward in search of solace or reconciliation or shared meaning or greater understanding—even of something we may never fully comprehend. — e.v. de cleyre
never fully comprehending is my normal state of existence. if only I were striving for higher planes of truth. but no, I am at the foot of the mountain, still unsure of what to put in my pack.
Aren’t we all!