I know that I am blessed beyond all measure.
I know also that I am doomed.
It sounds better if you switch those two statements.
I know that I am doomed.
I know also that I am blessed beyond all measure.
Same facts, but one is more comforting to face.
I think all the time about Temple Grandin’s slaughterhouse ramp, how it is designed not to alarm the cattle as they circle their way down a path that grows ever narrower and leads to a real dead end.
We’re all of us on it. The trick is to keep reminding yourself of it so you don’t sleep walk your way through and miss the whole shebang.
And it’s a hell of a good ride.
I don’t know how I managed to latch on to my wife, but what a poor world I would have known if not for her.
Nor will I leave go of her.