looking back
I really did not understand much
of what was delivered to me as my youth
either that or I didn’t listen hard enough
I did not understand the aim behind education and the painful interaction of other children caught as I was
I did not understand the point of religious studies; some of the paintings and statues in church scared the living lick out of me
I did not understand baseball or its plan
I did not understand money or business careers
I did not understand the ways of government; they just commanded everybody, right?
I did not understand the need for war and violence that a loud part of the culture made important and readily available
I did not understand history or the parade of people that came before me and surrounded me
one thing I did understand however
that my parents would accept any forfeit towards my comfort
and that my mother, in particular, would sacrifice her very life for my well being
in that regard I was a bear cub
and what does it mean for a bear cub to understand anything?


Sunday, November 3, 2013