In Between

The last paragraph of Joe Mackall's terrific memoir The Last Street Before Cleveland: An Accidental Pilgrimage:

When I think back on the last street before Cleveland, I want all of the old neighborhood, all of the confused, ignorant boys who are now men, all of these perpetually pubescent blue-collar boys who hated kneelers and loved spitting, to know that grappling with the unknowable should never end; that this life should always be a battle between what is and what could be, between here and there, spiritual and corporeal, past and future, and ultimately, unbelief and belief, all examined through the sweet, brief window of the in between.