At the suggestion of friends I have started reading One Thousand Gifts, by Ann Voskamp. I find her style rather purple, yet emotionally resonant. By the beginning of chapter 2, this much is clear to me: This woman understands pain and knows death in many of its forms. I will share the quote that, this morning, resonated with me as something I have long known and am yet trying to understand.
It’s the in between that drives us mad.
It’s the life in between, the days of walking lifeless, the years calloused and simply going through the hollow motions, the self-protecting by self-distracting, the body never waking, that’s lost all capacity to fully feel – this is the life in between that makes us the wild walking dead.
jubilare 
August 22nd, 2012 at 10:35 am
Yes. This resonates so well. How is it that she has such a way of, not only recognizing, but also of putting it into words? This is why I am finding it difficult to read this book.
August 22nd, 2012 at 11:32 am
It is painful, isn’t it… a useful kind of pain, but not something I gobble in large doses, like Chesterton.