8.8

Three conversations about the numos, the Love of the universe, the God of all. Urijah and I sat facing the fading light, basking in the otherworldliness of the topic and delicate purple sunset. Three conversations, and not one of them situated in anything like the faith tradition of the others, and not one of them significantly contradictory. River leaned over the handlebars of his monstrous mountain bike, his helmet protecting his brain from bumps but not thoughts. Three conversations, zero conclusions. I stared deep in the distance at the trees on the other side of the lake as they faded away into fog and I faded away into irrelevance to my own self.