There are moments when I feel the divine. The soft fur on the bottom of a cat’s back paws. The repetitive crack of bat hitting ball in batting practice, children yelling on a distant school playground. A saxophonist holds a note low, creating new life with his own life breath.
I only feel tied into humanity, to compassion, by a desire to serve something greater than myself. The light of people, come together, casting aside differences to celebrate and fight for what they hold in common as human beings. Without that, I have no purpose.
—excerpt from my unpublished novel, Smugglers Rising
