I re-read Edgar Allan Poe’s short story, “Masque of the Red Death” today…
I was as enraptured now as I was when I first read it. It reminded me why I took the title as an online name lo these many years ago…and why I still hang onto Masque and RedMasque.
It is a reminder that there are greater things out there to be achieved…and also not to lose the humanity we hold onto with such gossamer threads.
It is so well written it makes me despair, so wonderfully choreographed that I pray for one moment of this kind of greatness in my writing life.
If you haven’t read it lately, do yourself a favor and revisit it…and be moved.