“ But I was always coming here. I couldn’t not come
here. I thought of one of my favorite Sufi poems, which says – I think -- that
God long ago drew a big circle in the sand exactly on the spot where you are
standing now, which sounds kind of ominous to me.
" I was never not coming here.
This was never not going to happen. This is the place where they towed my car,
so where else could I be.
“ Okay! Someone has to write all this silly,
sentimental horseshit down: so why not me? ”
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