Overhead the sunlight glitters through playful pines.
The Quakers speak of being able to see “that of god” in all people - a sort of potentiality that transcends our roles, responsibilities and associations. In first person, my character grapples with the absurdity of being bombarded with “sacred truths” while trying to understand common connection. Can connection be a breaking point from complacency?
Some day, I hope to write a novel about our epic battle with the infamous machine metaphor. The metaphor is certainly fun to play with when touching upon the many challenges of a social movement. Shall we escape from its iron appendages or return to its depths to reform its inner-workings?