It is easy to read Levinas:

how he dances right around attacking his once-upon-a-time master,


To go ooh!when he pronounces “The bodily gesture is not a nervous


it is a celebration of the world, poetry.

The body is a sensing sensed.”

To affirm his finding the signification of our humanism

in how we engage with those around us

and not in how we sheepishly give-praise-by-rote,

or coldly masturbate to a distant Platonic truth.

… In how we find Love in how we love the person in front of us

and find Grace in how we “suffer the suffering of the other.”

It is easy to read Levinas.

It is just as easy to sit in the packed Cathedral, facing the bishop,

and listen to the reader gloss over Isaias, 42:

“Behold my servant, I will uphold him: my elect,

my soul delighteth in him:

I have given my spirit upon him…

He shall not cry…

The bruised reed he shall not break…

That thou mightest open the eyes of the blind,

and bring forth the prisoner out of prison,

and them that sit in darkness out of the prison house.”

It is another thing to put this fully

completely into practice

in the service of the other.

At the expense of the self:

and to not care one iota so it’s so.