Andrew Sullivan comes out of retirement to blog about gay marriage ruling

History is a miasma of contingency, and courage, and conviction, and chance. But some things you know deep in your heart: That all human beings are made in the image of God; that their loves and lives are equally precious; that the pursuit of happiness promised in the Declaration of Independence has no meaning if it does not include the right to marry the person you love; and has no force if it denies that fundamental human freedom to a portion of its citizens...I think of the gay kids in the future who, when they figure out they are different, will never know the deep wound my generation — and every one before mine — lived through: The pain of knowing they could never be fully part of their own family. I think, more acutely, of the decades and centuries of human shame and darkness and waste and terror that defined gay people’s lives for so long. I think of all those who supported this movement who never lived to see this day, who died in the ashes from which this phoenix of a movement emerged. This momentous achievement is their victory too — for marriage, as Kennedy argued, endures past death.I never believed this would happen in my lifetime when I wrote my first several TNR essays and then my book, Virtually Normal, and then the anthology and the hundreds and hundreds of talks and lectures and talk-shows and call-ins and blog-posts and articles. I thought the book, at least, would be something I would have to leave behind me — secure in the knowledge that its arguments were, in fact, logically irrefutable, and would endure past my own death, at least somewhere. I never for a milisecond thought I would live to be married myself. Or that it would be possible for everyone.