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::" I have no desire to analyze what makes Buechner's writing and preaching so extraordinary.

Neither do I want to account for Bob Dylan's raspy mystique, the peculiar beauty of a rainbow trout in a riffle, or a thunderstorm's magnetic terror.

I simply want to enjoy them.

They all knock me out of analysis and smack me clear into pleasure and awe.