This week's theme is one of the seven deadly sins or one of the seven virtues.
Wesley heard this joke in a pub once:
If you took all the nerves from a man and laid them end to end--that man would die.
Now he knows this isn't true. He is a wire, resonating. A thin line of love.
"Love can be a terrible thing."
He believes this. Love encompasses beauty and terror. Love is a bottle of milk on the stove.
If he could choose anything, it would be this place. To watch a man, his son in his arms.
Hope is a blossom of glass, unfurling in his chest--erupting in a thousand shards of laughter.
I've only posted a few comments to the other postings. They're all wonderful as usual. I'll try to finish up tomorrow.
Sofia (otherwise known as netweight), I owe you many comments! I have printed out your discussion and am reviewing it to try and give you an informed and (hopefully) thought-out reply.