Jessica and I meet for coffee a few hours after her most recent transforming experience. Among the things she’s done is gotten religion, and when Jesus comes up — surprisingly, it may have been me who brought him up — she says that he was a strong and good man, and that every one of us has the potential to be as good as him. “Yes,” I joke, “Though I don’t think I’ll become as good as Jesus.” She tells me, earnestly, that I’m being self-deprecating.
Rumi once wrote: “Exalted Truth imposes upon us heat and cold, grief and pain, terror and weakness of wealth and body together, so that the coin of our innermost being becomes evident.”
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