I will write a book one day about how I feel about every aspect of Emily Stone. She’s a full genius. I think everyone who works with her, brushes shoulders with her or even makes eye contact with her, gets a shot of sunshine.
One man goes into the waters of baptism. A different man comes out, born again. But who is that man who lies submerged? Perhaps that swimmer is both sinner and saint, until he is revealed unto the eyes of man.