The Sun

Studying theology is like staring directly at the sun. Lying in bed at night, with indigo auras still projected against the backs of my eyelids, listening to the hum of the refrigerator, I wonder, as human beings, how much are we supposed to see? How much should be known, and how much should be left alone? How much joy and wisdom do we miss at eye-level, squinting upward, worrying that there isn’t only love on the other side of the veil?