...yet always on our way.

So I'm starting to read a book called The Unbinding, and the title for the post comes from a line in the introduction. And that's a bit how I feel right now - in the midst of being on my way somewhere, though I'm not sure exactly where.

On the plane this morning, I heard people talking about their experiences at the Inauguration only moments before I heard someone say he was going to volunteer for duty in Iraq because, and I quote, he "thought it would be fun." The days, my friends, get no less strange for the change of President.


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