The farm soothed him, but it was people - people in all their flawed humanity – who fascinated him, who inspired him, who endlessly beckoned him into their midst. They touched him and amused him and sometimes horrified him, and then they seemed to whisper in his ear when he sat at his keyboard and tried his best to tell their stories. It was the people of the earth who made him feel there might be a reason a baby had hurtled through millions of miles of cold, dark space and landed unharmed in a twilit Kansas field.
Wow, I loved all three of the first parts, but this passage is just beautiful. Such great imagery!
Clark better not stay away from Lois for long!
