benjamin

Two years ago this month, my dear friend Sarah’s life was struck from her body as unexpectedly as any life is so granted: suddenly, without warning, but sublimely all the same. As those who were touched by Sarah’s life reacted, reeled, and writhed at the prospect of her unseemly demise, I detached myself from the situation by assessing the sad state of affairs philosophically. As emotionally repressive as it was at the time, my methodology…