"Grandpa, grandpa, look at those fishes!" The little boy pulled Russell by his hand toward the bridge. The bridge crossed an artificial pond. From the height of a bird's flight, the pond looked like glasses with the nose bridge, where it was crossed in its narrowest spot. The sun laid its slanted rays on the pond and, wrapped in brown, yellow and red falling leaves, the park looked like an unshaved ‘Cookie monster'.
Led by his grandson Jerome, Russell turned to his son David, waved at him invitingly, and saw him, unhurriedly, walking towards the bridge. As they arrived at the middle of the bridge, Russell leaned on the railing while little Jerome put his head through the vertical support bars.
"Look at this red one. OOOO… And look th
The purpose is relationship. All growth is a waste if it is not put into action: interaction.
Others determine the efficacy of my understanding. Without them, I have no context, no bearing:
Growth relative to what - if not those around me?
My relation to others is the contrast; contrast enables vision. These people, all of them, are the light and the shadow that give shape to my life. Without them, there is nothing, there is no reason.
They give substance to solitude; being alone is only valuable because I am not always alone.
Art is communication, the transference of thought to another's senses. Art requires two parties, less is insanity.
Every written word is meant to be read, this is relationship.
The distinction between love and fear, the value of this understanding is the impact it has on those around me - they are the measure of my humanity.
Put yourself before others only to the extent that it will enable you to contribute more effectively. We only sleep to become more awake - all of life i