And so what does one do when, at the end of that senseless state of reasonless wandering, one is left with some thing, some tangible tidbit – like a cheap souvenir from a place you never wanted to go? What do you do with that thing?
“I have to go home.”
“You are home.”
Instead of wanting to disappear and disappear and disappear, I want to appear, and appear, and appear; to take up all the space, all the oxygen, all the room, and all the righteousness that I have turned over to any other human being, alley-cat, tailgating car, or man who endlessly professes his dying love to…
This is what beauty looks like. This is what unity looks like. One. One. ONE. And congratulations, Hidden Figures. Great speech. Love always wins. Never doubt that. Never doubt that.