tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20433842.post1642786638960595331..comments2024-03-07T12:57:35.296-05:00Comments on Varieties of Unreligious Experience: Two compositionsConrad H. Rothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01916542057749474124noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20433842.post-24921445196853698642006-12-13T17:28:00.000-05:002006-12-13T17:28:00.000-05:00Cute.Cute.Conrad H. Rothhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01916542057749474124noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20433842.post-23572105018129225552006-12-13T13:45:00.000-05:002006-12-13T13:45:00.000-05:00There are no unmysterious things. There are only u...There are no unmysterious things. There are only unmystified people.<br /><br /><a href="http://metaandmeta.typepad.com">"Q"</a>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20433842.post-16060041332117017682006-12-13T10:36:00.000-05:002006-12-13T10:36:00.000-05:00I have never crossed the two low guards on this pa...<i>I have never crossed the two low guards on this path, nor will I. For to do so would make what lies beyond all the less mysterious.</i><br /><br />Love it. I remember a young woman who, MANY YEARS AGO, rode the same train as I did. Every day. We embarked and debarked at different stops (I got on and off before she did). But we shared a common thread of track. We watched each other EVERY DAY. We smiled. She was BEAUTIFUL in a way that I particularly appreciate.<br /><br />But we never approached one another. It was too good as it was. And <i>"to do so would make what lies beyond all the less mysterious."</i>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com