How Will My Day go? Yours?

Will we be among people with heart enough to say they don’t know enough? I am in mind of this just now, here in Austin, Texas where last evening I read some nonfiction at Austin Community College. Good writing is always about the limitations of what a writer knows or, parenthetically its about the limits of the odd persona we sometimes call the narrator. Dostoevesky called it “the double” and heck that’s good enough for me.

I want to open my hand in the rain and feel, as I did when a boy a small, blue dragonfly walk over my life line. I want to know as I did when a boy that that’s my twin brother calling from somewhere we can’t see. And I hope for the humility to know that nothing I believe is final and that doubt is its own reward.

Early. Thoughts on waking. Coffee to come. The day a little island in the infinite.

S.K.

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