I felt a bright and burning after glow that has yet to wane. It is such a joyous feeling that I almost wish it proves to be an eternal flame. I know I am being secretive. Sorry about that. Only six people know the story about this particular student.
None are on campus.
For the present, let's leave it that way. She demanded that I not focus only on information and method. Slowly, as I was reliving that conversation as I have been all weekend, desperately fanning the flames of that inner glow, at about the two mile mark of my route, I began to hear a voice from on high emerging from the heights of my inner spirit. As that voice spoke, I began feeling like Charleston Heston turning his face into the rock as divine, flaming fingers etched words in the stone. As I heard my inner voice, I realized I was forming a moral framework, a set of concepts that give me clarity, direction, purpose, satisfaction, fulfillment, and, ultimately, joy.