conversation between me and kirk last night, in which he demonstrates understanding of God's growth in me and how much that growing might hurt
me: "how did you get to be so wise?"
kirk: "i swallowed an owl."
We are, all of us, still forming. And it is in stillness, perhaps, that we form the most.
me: "how did you get to be so wise?"
kirk: "i swallowed an owl."