Do you read the Bible, Colonel? he asked. I admitted that I did not. Religion has never held much interest for me. —There is a poetry to it, he said.—That’s what always draws me back to it. Even with all the ways it fails, I can still find that to admire. The poetry of it. At my best, I imagine it the highest of arts. An expression of what we wish we could be. There is hope in our wanting to be something better, even if we never manage it. Maybe that is what I can hold to. The wanting. Do you know what I mean, sir?
