I bumped into Maria Shriver—literally. I was entering the office of a New York publisher just as she was leaving. I apologized, we wisecracked for about ninety seconds and she was gone. I told quite a few people about it. Then a sobering thought struck me. I’m certain she did not mention our encounter to a single soul. That would be because she is a star and I’m as obscure as a grain of sand.
Ancient Jewish wisdom contrasts a star to a grain of sand or speck of dust. Stars are inexhaustible sources of light and energy; sand and dust only find their significance when they cling to many other tiny particles and become, say, a mighty dam. Continue reading