I bear witness to pain, but I won’t list it out too much, in case I couldn’t bear it if I added words to it. Here now I listen to some gorgeous banjo on Pandora, and I smile, and my boys bathe in a warm bath that smells of soapy dirt, new babies turned big and gangly. Don’t I have much over which to rejoice?

I really do. I rejoice, and always as I do, in the music of life, in the fragrance, and in the aftertaste, is knowledge …

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