I am sitting in a downtown café, after, thinking. I havejust spent most of an afternoon with him. Our encountersalways leave me weary of the glum contentment thatcharacterizes my life. What were those words he used thatstruck me? Ah, yes: "dry, yeastless factuality", "the betterstory". I take pen and paper out and write:
Words of divine consciousness: moral exaltation; ‘ lastingfeelings of elevation, elation, joy; a quickening of the moralsense, wh............