Indeed, it is when the dynamic between you and me takes on a static sense of “thingness” rather than remaining as an unpredictable and vulnerable encounter of sacred beings, that I feel the license to go online and flirt, gossip, gloat, or exact verbal violence on someone without the heat of shame or tremor of uncertainty getting stuck in my throat. Without the impinging authority of your embodied presence before me, the drive to reify is easy to indulge for I feel little need to acknowledge or contend with what the author C. S. Lewis would have described as “the weight of your glory.”
