I finished The Glass Bead Game before I left Oregon and while I wasn't completely taken with the book, I did enjoy this poem near the end: Our days are precious but we gladly see them going If in their place we find a thing more precious growing: A rare, exotic plant, our gardener...
All I could think was, this is going to spiral into a full-blown conversation. All I could muster up was “I’m glad you liked the poem, and I’m sorry for your loss.” That night was difficult and exhilarating. Difficult because so many people came up to me and wanted to ta...