I have just received one of my favorite emails of all time: "I added the correct amount of water several agos ago ... The texture is running ... What is it supposed to look like?" For some reason, I read Laura's question as though she is asking me to speak to the uniqueness of life--why we can paint a pretty picture but cannot predict the weather--why she has expected one thing from life and found another--and now she has come to me with this final line as though she is opening herself up to discussing life in metaphors and analogies, strange questions that do not particularly pertain to anything in particular and sweet, sweet rambling.
This will be no time for tears, I gave those last night; to-day I will shout and start fires and celebrate that (he) which (who) has passed.
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