Intellectual Understanding Does Not Always Bring Visceral

Grief,she Reminded Herself, Is Almost Always For The Mourner's Loss.

Because Never In My Entire Childhood Did I Feel Like A Child. I Felt Like A Person All Along―the Same Person That I Am Today.

That Is The Earth, He Thought. Not A Globe Thousands Of Kilometers Around, But A Forest With A Shining Lake, A House Hidden At The Crest Of A Hill, High In The Trees, A Grassy Slope Leading Upwards From The Water, Fish Leaping And Birds Strafing To Take The Bugs That Lived At The Border Between Water And Sky. Earth Was The Constant Noise Of Crickets, And Winds, And Birds

I'm Right Here. This Is Who I Really Am. I'm Not Pretending.

I've Watched Through His Eyes, I've Listened Through His Ears, And I Tell You He's The One.