Wednesday, November 7, 2012

death of the flex point

This is That Time of year.

That time of year when everything is sort of fading into grey:
the autumn leaves have faded from brilliant jewel tones to brown,
the sky has melted into a constant drizzle,
and the crisp fall air is wet and cold, putting a damper on the warmth of the sunlight and any sort of possible good mood.

Old Testament Professor says this is the time of year he senses the eschaton is upon us.
Old Testament Professor says a lot of things that I find equally as charming.
Today, he asked if I would write a play about anything in this course.
As fascinating as the Old Testament is, I know that if I was to write a play about anything in this course, it would be about Old Testament Professor himself. He is the most charming person I have ever had the privilege of meeting.

He's one of those people that makes you believe fairies must exist, because he positively exudes mischievous magic.  
His eyes twinkle and sparkle as he pokes fun at himself, Biblical characters, and various students in the class. His sense of fun and wit is so broad and so sharp; but he is so gentle and so wise.

He has this mysterious charisma. And if there's one thing I know about writing a play, you start with characters who have mysterious charisma. If you fully understand a person, don't write a play about them, write an essay. Someone like Old Testament Professor could only be captured in a piece of art. A play, a portrait, a sculpture: all these attempt to portray a human's spirit. 

You can't explain the mystery of an individual human, you can only hope to fall in love with it.

So I sit in the warm haven of a classroom and listen to a lecture about Purgatory and Second Samuel, blissfully ignoring November outside. But what I truly learned this class was a little more about the particular beauty and magic of Old Testament Professor.

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