tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538119758525687531.post3375572763173474125..comments2024-03-19T16:12:52.149-07:00Comments on my dripping brain: The Art of ConversationTim Buckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02077264442946829918noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538119758525687531.post-63342761821812479312014-01-28T06:24:05.172-08:002014-01-28T06:24:05.172-08:00Finally, I had a chance to read this one.
"...Finally, I had a chance to read this one. <br /><br />"Our words are acts of spirituality that sprinkle a residue of mystery on a seemingly mundane earth. Converse with genuineness in the attempt to uncover something sacred not only in your correspondent but in yourself."<br /><br />This echoes with the ethos of some of my favorite writers. To name a thing is, traditionally, to bless it. To participate in such a conversation is to enter into it as if it were a sacred banquet. There are some treasured friends with whom I have experienced this, where words approach communion. Iulia Flamehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06962212081437398247noreply@blogger.com