of writers is short and would be to the point but Little Professor calls for you as you are waiting to walk and the book you wait for--
the one just in the hands of booksellers a small time since it is just now published, The Book Against God by James Wood--is in, you learn. You decide for that direction because besides the book sought,
you have in your hands a letter and a poem to your mentor for a day, many years ago, Theophane Boyd, also known as Theophane
the Monk, and you want very much to post the matters of faith
for you have not thought of Theophane since the day you met and
the thoughts you hold in your hand, thoughts wrapped in plain
brown paper, you want him to hold in his empty mind and walk with
in his rickety way, for he is very old, well, older than your old self.
On the way for all this you get sopping wet because you walk in the rain. You have a suitable umbrella but the day is filled with wind
just enough for the showers to shift, the way summer rain can do
in these parts and bathe the walker in the very drops of becoming, should the walker have a mind for it and decide to walk with rain. That's not the whole truth of this though. You happen to be wearing
a pair of white slacks and naturally they bear the raindrops so they get wet as well and if you do not take care to wear your shirt on the outside your underside will show bare. You arrive for the visit reasonably
re-constructed due to the drop by your house to change the slacks.
On entering the sanctuary of your writer neighbors, you remove
your cover shirt and take off your loafers and step gently
onto holy ground.
