I Thought About This While I Was Cooking Pasta Today.

"Holy wisdom is not clear and thin like water, but thick and dark like blood." C.S. Lewis, Till We Have Faces My hands were cold so I stuck them in the steam of a pot to warm them.

This was how I began to think that reading a living book, or being in wisdom as thick and dark as blood is like the hot dew collecting between the ridges of my fingers.

This element is a texture I can finally see.