Uncommon sense (B.C.)

At times her wisdom astounded me, as much for its unfamiliar character as for its perspicuity. It would come without warning, spun from a mundane sphere to dazzle me with its sudden profundity, often from an oddball direction, a strange and startling sensibility—or was it merely my own deficiency in equivalent insight that made it seem so? In many ways and areas her life seemed askew and adrift—like mine, and like the lives of everyone else I knew, filled with similar problems, mistakes, and upheavals—but the humanistic warmth and clarifying wit which she occasionally evinced (and "occasional" here is not a condemnation but an accolade) left me to wonder how many of her seeming frailties and failures were in fact such, and what part of them comprised the necessary, if alien, infrastructure essential to her uncommon sense, mysterious underpinnings which were opaque to me but which empowered her to see and say what I could not.