Compendium (return)


Here, you will find – exclusively – my humble compendium of letters. These are the correspondence I have maintained with my family. I submit them to your review for reasons I do not understand.

Forgive such musings as here follow. They are merely awkward attempts to understand a reality which eludes language. And, now they are yours.

6.02.2009

My Child Comma




At any time now, you will arrive. You will arrive into a world full of canyons and corridors.

When you come into this world, we will welcome you and commence on an adventure. Doors we'll throw open for you, and doors we will close. Joys we will lead you through, and pains as well. For, this is life, the only life we have been given. We could file a grievance and ask for a different reality, but the metaphysical bureaucracy would stagnate our hopes. All the while, doors have opened and doors have closed.

Behind some doors, there are canyons - expansive formations, full of glory and light. At night, these canyons fill with a deluge of stars. They pour out upon the gazers with their strained necks and dreams.

We will walk down this passage, you and I and our family. This passage is time - the only time we've been given.


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