“Don’t you want more in life?” she asked, an irritation in her tone. She paused, looking at him stern, “What do you even want?”
“I don’t know,” he answered. “I’m back to a beginning.”
“Isn’t it a little late for that?”
He was thirty-three.
“No clue, but why waste effort in a game, for reward, we neither wish to play nor win?”
“There has to be something you want…” she pressed. “You can have it, if you made up your mind to try!”
He thought deeper.
“Maybe I do,” he responded, contemplative.
“What is it?” she asked, imagining improvement of their position, high achievements, and renown.
“Holiness,” he answered.
“You?” she scoffed; aware to his every weakness, vice, and sin. “You could be many things,” she told, “but never that!”
It is often eyes that see another most clear for what they are that have greatest difficulty discerning who it is they might become. Immanence of known present blinds viewer to inherent power and potential in another’s driving dream.
*****
He spoke no more of the dream but that night made movement toward desire when, alone, he prayed; for the first time in years, “Lord, Jesus Christ, have mercy on me a sinner…”