Who is this person next to me? We’ve spent years in the same house, the same room, the same life. But it feels at times like I’m an archeologist picking flecks of sand from the surface of an undiscovered city. Each brush stroke revealing some amazing new detail, reminding me of how much remains to be seen.
But there’s a difference. On a dig, the archeologist controls the learning. With enough time, patience, and attention to detail, the archeologist can uncover the treasures within. But looking at this incredible person next to me, I know there’s nothing about this that I control. There’s something complex, wild, and mysterious about a human person, especially in their innermost depths, where the real treasures lie. You don’t grasp that kind of knowledge, you receive it. To know a person is always a gift. An act of revelation.
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