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There is reading for comprehensionAnd there is reading because you were reading. And then there’s re-reading—Because you had been Reading for comprehension, But discovered somewhere along the line That you had slipped into Reading because you were reading.

Surely caringAbout about important thingsIs among the most underrated Of the virtues.

It is possible to sullyEven the most wonderful ideaWith your pride inBeing the one who had it, orBeing the one who’s presenting it.

What vanity it isTo bear either conceitOr shameOver the deedsOf one’s ancestors,As if we had done those deeds ourselves.

James wrote this in 2016, at 13 years old—for Father’s Day, I suppose. I had forgotten about it until it came up in my FB memories. He comments on some things I had done quite on purpose. Glad it worked … Continue reading →

Perhaps no one can appreciateAs much as you doThe great effort you have expendedIn providing a non-answerTo the question.

It’s getting so oldThat it’s almost not funny anymore—That error by which we take Him literallyWhen He was speaking figuratively,Or vice versa—

There is surviving the injury itself,And there is surviving Whatever one tells oneself about it.

I simply must rememberThat he who sounds like a jerkMay simply be a poor communicator.

It’s stupid, you say,To start working a puzzleBefore you’ve got all its piecesLaid out on the table.