When I told him, he was like “oh my god”, and I was like “oh my god”, and then we fell on our knees and worshipped our continuing lives, we wept a libation into the campus soil, thinking we would never lose this sense of holiness, of benediction, and the light came down on us like understanding, and we kept nothing back, but cried again, aloud “oh my god”, and I took my pencil and scored my belief across my chest, and he took his law-text, and beat the corners into his temples in an ecstasy of deliverance and my blood ran freely over my nipples, and his blood ran freely down the sides of his face, and the ground there took in our thick tears, our liquid blood and became the very mud of our belief, the swamp of our blinding, devastating revelation.