John J. Mundt
Now that we have not yet smiled having come upon it
When the past is a lost country, we do not expect anything to happen. This is the central sound and feeling of Left Behind—that is, to not want (tor a least a moment in time) to be anything or anywhere else. Perhaps that is what it is like to become, as Willa Cather wrote, part of something complete and entire, to be disolved into something good and great —even sadness. Perhaps it is a touch from the grace called wisdom. Perhaps it is what brings joy from sorrow: that who we "knew" we will always know. Perhaps out of that realization springs an internal light that the the narrowest shadow will not dare to sever.