Our joy in each other’s company: Cicero loved that. Our ease with one another, after so much isolation. Our laughter, after so much gloom. Our learning to be human again, after so much inhumanity. She could see it!
Didn’t Cicero always speak of the philosophy department as a lightning rod? As a capacitator. As a place where the antinomian flame was to be put to work.
What we had in common: a desire for the flash of transcendence in the immanent. For apocalyptic fire! For the burning up of the world! For instantaneous annihilation! For the divine fury! A desire for a messianism of destruction!
Our yearning. We were against the principle of the world, that was the thing. We knew we had to get out of it, as out of Egypt. That we needed an exodus.
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