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Hosting Myself Out of a Party
What if you hosted a party and nobody came? Or worse, only one person came, so you had to put on a brave face for hours until the event was over and you could have a good, long cry?
It would be damn tempting to never have a party again. Or at least not a Soulard Mardi Gras parade pre-party.
But at some point during the long year between one Lent and the next, it occurred to me that maybe, just maybe, there was another perspective on why people who had partied with me in the past didn’t return.
Nature v Nurture x Two
This father was prepared for his role in nurturing twin “mini-beasts” when his daughters made their appearance on April Fool’s Day 2024. What he wasn’t prepared for was the realization that they were by nature already distinct from each other. It led him to an insight that shook up everything he had believed before: “Our greatest work as humans is to reveal that vitality, that exceptionalism in ourselves and to inspire the same in others.”
Whale Watching and Whispering
“I had the thought: I wonder if anyone heard me? I dove down again and listened. Someone had. A voice, faint, plaintive yet serene, reached through the water. From maybe a hundred yards away, or a hundred miles—no way to know—but its reverberance was stirring. I went up for air, dove down and tried to imitate what I’d heard, waited, and heard a response—or was it an inquiry? A pretty dull conversation for the whale, no doubt, as I just tried to repeat what I heard, but we sustained this back-and-forth for the length of my mostly underwater, sounding swim back.”