Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read that book.
For nearly ten years, I have been re-enacting my own version of Gorillas in the Mist. I observe, sometimes making mental notes. Sometimes I have a flash of understanding that breaks through like a ray of sunshine on a gray, winter day. 1,039 more words