The way you manipulate lines to describe people. Like drawing.
Pastel language with a bit of graphite.
Yes, thank God. Matthew is beginning to learn his little sister isnít a boy so no backyard X-Games Olympiads.
At least not while youíre looking.
Hopefully not. They love each other to death sometimes.
As long as itís not fatal, love.
So far Iím a competent referee. Oh, Matt wants to know when youíll teach him to write like you. And he wants to learn to draw.
Didnít he want to be a geologist last week?
No, an archaeologist. Someone who digs up old buildings, he said. Geology was the week before when he learned people who map resources get to travel the world. He wanted to explore the jungle.
He should explore his closet. Thereís a jungle of fascinating toys in there.
Heíd rather have Dad explore with him.
Iíll take them both to the park tomorrow. Weíll satisfy our curiosity on the swings and hiking trails and ponder the meaning of life over ice cream.
Sounds like my kind of pondering. So tell me, what are you writing?
Just a little note to a critic who canít seem to see beyond the words.
Not everyone will agree with you, or understand even the most obvious things. Some people are just too literal; theyíre not children, you know.
I know, baby, I know all too well. I think Iím a child in a world of technicians. The language is too different, and Iím finding it easier to communicate with a patient than deal with those who live for precision.
It takes someone different to speak to someone whoís wounded. It takes somethingÖa gift. Like a child wanting to be everything. To them, love and wonder are meaningful. And they adore someone who can feel the same way.
HmmmÖyou should have written this. Really.
No, hon, you should. Because it means something to you.
How do you explain living a philosophy to someone whoís taught a philosophy? Will they ever speak the same language or will one always be coerced into a clone of the other?
How do you teach someone to get off their clinical ass and stop passing logic stones? How do you explain the finer points of going mad to a statistician so that they can purge themselves before they go insane? How do you teach them to wonder?
You donít. You stay the person you are, stop worrying, play with your children and enjoy life. Remember the people who love you.
Your son wants to be like you and Iím sure your daughter will too, given time. I canít think of a more profound influence than that. Youíve unconsciously loved people into better versions of themselves. And youíve made me happy. Isnít that lesson enough?
So thatís why I love you. Beauty, brainsÖ
And modesty. Donít forget that. Seriously, you want to teach people to be less lonely? You want them to be a little more connected to the world? Let them see that youíre happy. Honest people will respect that and listen. But the rest are only bitching to be heard.
Odd I should have a wife so gifted at what Iím paid to do. That may be my gift, a second opinion; soft, tough and grounded. Would the world exist if we hadnít gotten back together?
Iím sure it would. But only for everyone else.