The epiphany was simply tucked away for consideration after we were back on campus. Sometimes a revelation comes with a flash of heavenly light and a booming voice - and sometimes it is jotted in a sun-bleached spiral notebook.

Instead of swinging back and forth between individual points of truth, each piece we learn should build upon another to bring us closer to the full truth.

So often, we have moving experiences that we have never experienced before, and we think that this epiphany has somehow changed our destiny or fate. But in reality we eventually find that the only thing we have actually changed is our awareness of our own imaginations.

It was an epiphany.

I get it.

He did not want to play. He wanted to meet in the real world the unsubstantial image which his soul so constantly beheld. He did not know where to seek it or how, but a premonition which led him on told him that this image would, without any overt act of his, encounter him. They would meet quietly as if they had known each other and had made their tryst, perhaps at one of the gates or in some more secret place. They would be alone, surrounded by darkness and silence: and in that moment of supreme tenderness he would be transfigured.
He would fade into something impalpable under her eyes and then in a moment he would be transfigured. Weakness and timidity and inexperience would fall from him in that magic moment.