The doctoral experience as obedience to the two greatest commandments. What if the densest complexities of life are actually simple (or at least simpler than we have believed)? What if some of the most difficult challenges we face are actually like running a marathon and more like kissing a much-loved spouse on the cheek? What if achieving approval of a doctoral dissertation is more like profoundly ecstatic worship than it is like wiping years of intellectual sweat and grime off your brow (or at least a little bit of each)?
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