Read this through twice, and some sections several times more. At first the rhetoric felt bleak, somewhat nihilistic at worst but wistful and authentic nonetheless. We are the sum of our memories and experiences, annealed then forged in flames on the anvil with each successive hammer blow, steaming when immersed to quench in the trough. Yet we are easily dented and bowed, sometimes shattered into pieces, melted down and reformed again and again. For me Dean, you are the bellows, the hammer and the quencher in equal measure. Another thought provoking tour de force. Bravo sir.
Read this through twice, and some sections several times more. At first the rhetoric felt bleak, somewhat nihilistic at worst but wistful and authentic nonetheless. We are the sum of our memories and experiences, annealed then forged in flames on the anvil with each successive hammer blow, steaming when immersed to quench in the trough. Yet we are easily dented and bowed, sometimes shattered into pieces, melted down and reformed again and again. For me Dean, you are the bellows, the hammer and the quencher in equal measure. Another thought provoking tour de force. Bravo sir.
Fwiw, I enjoyed reading your article. Be brave. Stay strong. Best, Carol