Erotic love is like a possession, an intensification of self. It leaves one fevered. But parental love is something altogether miraculous. It is a remedy, a self-dissolving. A spreading out into the cosmos… an echo of what it must be like to be a sun.
A young boy experiences the tug-of-war between the heady excitement and level-headed clarity which comes with the quest for knowledge. NOTE: I decided to re-post this story from a couple of years back as I’ve been thinking about it lately, and added an ‘Addendum’.
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