FROM BEFORE THE TIME we could walk, we began to feel it. Be extraordinary. Start walking. Crawling is not enough. Hurry along with it or something’s wrong. We stood, wobbled then walked. They worshiped through cameras. We walked more to the tune of ohh’s and ahh’s, to approval, a sure testament of our success. We were on our way to extraordinary. Now that we were walking, we’d better start talking. Chop, chop. The sooner the better.
It was there before we were, birthed in our conception. Then we were crawling and rolling and being passed around greeted by smiles of wonder and glee. Maybe those looks were really a warm envy, a quiet wish to somehow return to simplicity. The kind of simplicity where most of what matters is right there with you in the moment, not teasing you onward from the distant horizon.Read More