As most people come to find, there is no avoiding the truth, the only thing to do with an unruly, wild force such as luck is to cloak it in something more…digestible. So now in place of luck, we say things like ‘the will of God’ or ‘the alignment of the stars’ or, the most recent contender —and my personal favourite — ‘privilege’ (because, what really is privilege but luck as an accident of birth?)
I am reading Baldwin, only Baldwin. Yes, that quote is from something Baldwin…that one too. Please don’t ask me anymore questions.
What we read in 2019.
There are no heroes out here, only the lost, the fallen, the tired but ultimately the ailing: dying from wounds unseen.
We are giving back these harmonies of skin to the heavens that we, like St. Teresa of Àvila, might experience God as the paroxysm of sensation.