Today, on your birthday, I will drink Jack Daniels, and pour one out for you, Daddy. I will light my skull candles, and blast Steve Earle. I will weep not for your absence but to honor your legend, and I will slur stories of my outlaw-patriarch to anyone who will listen.
Passion is the province of the free. To be impassioned, you have to touch other people and liberate them. You can’t liberate anyone if you’re regarding everyone as a competitor in the game. The intimacy of touch requires total unconcealment. Unconcealment is the one thing that the finite player ...