Casting Stones, in Loitering, Charles D'Ambrosio
You never want to forget that the encounter with life comes first; and an ascendant methodology, foreign to the subject in the first place, shouldn't stand in the way of that encounter.
Casting Stones, in Loitering, Charles D'Ambrosio Every lie breaks the world in two, it divides the narrative, and eventually I fell through a crack into the subplot, becoming a minor character in my own life.
Misreading, in Loitering, Charles D'Ambrosio The ability to detect authenticity is a critical faculty, something all of us develop, more or less. You can fail on either side, you can be gullible, easily duped, or you can be too skeptical, believing nothing.
Salinger and Sobs, in Loitering, Charles D'Ambrosio In fact he was an emphatic person the way other people are tenors or baritones, and because I had the window seat and felt trapped I began to get buggy. Everything he said stuck to my skin. He asked a lot of questions that were aggressive and blunt and designed to elicit or provoke simple yes or no answers. It wasn't a conversation; he was just beating the air like a rug, hoping to knock all the doubt and ambiguity out of it.
Orphans, in Loitering, Charles D'Ambrosio But the central problem with any visionary experience, plaguing all seers, is one of verification. I'm not talking about vision as an eyeball thing (Did you see that?), but vision as imagination, intuition, revelation (Did you experience that?), where issues of authenticity, truth, and validity (Are you nuts?) become hugely problematic–
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