Dharma: Vision Day. Night. Their shadows creep up slowly as age. We are not prophets; we do not live in deserts, where there is no hope of rain. No; instead, I live with you in an old house deep in the woods, and seize upon the harmless wild of your eyes. My gaze sees but does not penetrate. Am I blind? Perhaps. Beyond the woods, I face the wide, unbroken sea, transfixed by the horizon.
Christopher Kuhl earned a bachelor’s degree in philosophy and one in
music composition, as well as two masters of music degrees and a PhD in
Interdisciplinary Arts. He taught English at the Illinois Mathematics
and Science Academy. He enjoys reading a wide array of literature, as
well as philosophy and history.