“At the corner of Fourth and Walnut, in the center of the shopping district, I was suddenly overwhelmed with the realization that I loved all those people, that they were mine and I theirs, that we could not be alien to one another even though we were strangers. It was like walking from a dreamContinue reading “Thomas Merton, 1958”
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A Burd in Flight 