The Man of Legends

by Kenneth C. Johnson

“Things, how shall I put it? Hadn’t been going well. I was young, romantic . . .”

nobody rescued my girl

my last breath

...is out there...

I’ve got all the time in the world,”

beautiful idea once upon a time

“Oh yeah. And without using spray cans. People have always been tagging things, Tito.”

Life ....is.... Tagging

I was deprived of hope, and waves of sorrow swept over me. My vision dimmed as my eyes welled with tears.

absence

I was still angry and bitterly discouraged. But my beleaguered, throbbing mind was already straining harder to solve the mystery. What was my challenge? If one must go on living with no end in sight,

How ?

Funny to think about, huh? Jesus laughing. But of course he must have.”

she laughed.... also

She had rushed to intercept me, to cling to me one final time. I saw Hanna, young, lithe, and lovely, running tearfully down the rainy platform alongside my departing coach, reaching out to me. I saw my own face reflected in the carriage window: a mask of grief.

getting to say "Goodbye" ...... priceless

all the people you touched, though, I think I was the luckiest. I felt I really got to know your heart.

Carrie

I’d often wondered if the Big Bang was perhaps a mere collateral by-product of that fiery expulsion.

Explanation

There is . . . A Larger Plan . . .”

what is it ?

It was far too ancient, too primal, too beautiful. An infinite force that could only be felt. Only experienced internally, with powerful, welling emotion. It was grandest revelation.

hope