But what else is there? I mean, really? I want to spend eternity in love like a schoolgirl telling my Maker all sorts of excessive murmurings about how wonderful it was when He came into my life -- duh, at the very beginning! -- and how great He is, how much joy life has given me -- and sorrow too, yes, plenty of it, but the sharpness and power of the joy is greater than the darkest depths, into which I have been plunged time and again by the tragedies of life and my own skittish psyche.
I dreamed about Garrett Morris just now. In the dream, I asked him pointedly if he felt like a fish out of water on Saturday Night Live, surrounded by all those dope-smoking white hippie comics. "Not that you didn't smoke dope yourself," I said, and he smiled.
"Race is everything," he said.