We all long for an encounter. The problem for most of us is not having one--or thinking we have had one--it is figuring out what to do once we have. Settle? Look for more? Of course I want another, it was the defining moment of my existence. Do you blame me?

We all long for an encounter. The problem is figuring out how to live here once we have. I love the desire--the rush--the passion of the during. But what about when it is over? What about the descent back into time and space? It hurts. It degrades. It humiliates.

We all long for an encounter--one that exceeds time and language. We all long for the Impossible. But, for most of us, it too much to deal with--it isn't hard to find, but it is hard to take home.