I have watched you greet me, an automated figure, vunerable by your presence, valuable and selling a most precious part of you…Time! Your living time: ask me to place a consideration on your life. How? What measure of worth may I offer in exchange for your ability, voice, smile, laugh, strength, judgement, responsibility, continuity, devotion, dedication, honor and respect as we share some common and probably useless American Dream.
Even so, you perch on a chair and practice silent speech and the using of gestures instead of verbal response. Later, after those first encounters, we confine our spirits to the buying and selling of a day’s length, its worth checked against accomplishment and the ability to purchase and to sell. Did we ever play? Did I push your swing or did you push mine? Did we drink invisible tea from little teacups and sing-song together? Did we ever run naked through sprays of water during a hot afternoon in July? When did I become slave-master to your slave-master? How did those harmless water races become so one-sided and its running so hard to complete? We do not like wars that cannot be stopped for an evening meal and then continued only until bedtime.
Why do we now purchase these deadly weapons? (Jobs or folly or both since they can be the same or opposite). It matters to what temperature your eggs are boiled or your music is cooled. I can feel the nuclear winds along these steps now crumbled with time and ground to dust by the sleeping virgin as she passes (virgins can sleep). A hint of black and white smoke is clinging to the edge of Sorrel Hollow. You may remember Sorrel Hollow. It comes to mind just before you pass into a new and wonderous sleep.