It’s a cause for wonder, isn’t it?

It’s a cause for wonder, isn’t it? That old blind king dragging around a tail of sorrows long enough to wrap three or four times around the earth. Then, on the very doorstep of his tomb, one quarter inch from extinction, there’s a time for forgiveness, peace and understanding, time for the cities of his grief to be dismantled brick by brick, time for green grass to start pushing up through the broken stones.

— John Edgar Wideman, “Philadelphia Fire”

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