Dear Reader:
I do not know if you are there, or will come at all, but it is good to imagine you at your screen. Perhaps you know me, or if we have never met, maybe you will recognise me through your reading. I hope so, I am trying to do the same.
I want to begin by sharing a borrowed caveat with you:
My Mom used to tell the story of a little boy whose embarrassed mother was trying to make him stop talking incessantly while she picked up clothes for them at an Appalachian charity shop.
Mom was working at the distribution counter as they approached.
Trying to put them both at ease, she said to the young mother, "That's alright. He has a lot to say."
And to the boy, "Honey, I understand. I have a lot to say, too."
The little boy lit up with self-importance and said, "That's right! I have a lot to say!"
However, after a moment's reflection, he confessed, "But I don't know nothin'."
Mom replied conspiratorially, "You know what? I guess I don't know nothin' either," making, I'm sure, a friend for life.
So here is my caveat to you: I have a lot to say, but I don't know nothin'.
But maybe, if you feel similarly, we can become companions -- if not for a lifetime, at least for now.
Glad you are there,
P
Midway between the journey of our life
I found myself within a forest dark
For the straightforward pathway had been lost.
Ah me! How hard a thing it is to say...
Dante Alighieri, Inferno, Canto I
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