He sat on my bed and was silent for what seemed a long while. Ollie stood

dutifully beside him. “There is so much to do,” he added almost angrily as he

stood to go. “Get on your feet, dust your pants and join in. Good day!” As

he walked away looking like the pope himself, I realized that the difference

between the sages of old and the damn fools who wrote the crappy books

which sought to analyze and write the likes of me off was the understanding

and application of love. Father Lee! The glory of God rested on him that day.

Of him I wrote in my diary:

The Glory of God

Has hired the wisdom

Of the sages

For the sake of our hearts

The beauty of the hills

For the sake of our eyes

The riddles of science

For the sake of our minds

The music of the bards

For the sake of our ears

The Glory of God

Comforts me

He taught me that if one person in the entire universe loved you

completely, your life was worth living. And if you loved your fellow men with

the same all-encompassing love you were, (as Ollie put it), on the lower rungs

of the stairs to the place where the gods ate and slept. Not networking, not

plastic smiles, was going to make you like your smell when the chips were down...