30 September

My boy is 17 today. The most beautiful, gentle soul. And smart. Gentle people are the gravity of the world. Gravity is by far the weakest of all of the forces. But it shapes the entire universe in the way the other forces can’t. It takes enormous strength and dexterity to be gentle, far more than what we usually call strength, which is always puny and pathetic macho bullshit. Anybody can smash with a hammer. Far fewer can gently navigate the complexity of life without being overwhelmed. It’s the strength of wide extent, in space and time. Happy birthday, love ya :)