A new poem, on the intimacy of language. Enjoy!
The chills of the forest chase, the endearment of Elliott teaching E.T., the thrill of the bicycle flight, mourning the death of E.T., the excitement of the final bike chase, the sorrow at the final goodbyes—it’s all there and it works like a charm.
A human life is punctuated by events of special significance, which are often surrounded by rituals. The rules of the marketplace are redefined in the reality distortion zone that surrounds these events.
It’s a useful concept that deserves to be in everyone’s mental toolbox. If both sides of a debate adhere to it, that levels the playing field for a true exchange of ideas, instead of a battle of opinions.
In 1977 my mother took me to the cinema to watch a new science-fiction movie everyone was talking about. The rest is history. I cannot begin to count the number of hours I spent playing in my room, immersed in that galaxy far, far away.