Larry writes in with a piece of love mail (really, sincerely not hate mail at all), gently guiding us into a spin:
You have really lost your way,what starts out as something that seems so right turns 360 degrees and heads entirely in another direction.I started out with your way of thinking and than i found my way.I was so close and I finally was saved by Grace and everything became so clear.You may find your way, only God knows but I was blind and now I see. Love Larry
That was very sweetly meant, but which way did Larry mean? Our way with words? Our way of drawing with pencil in sketches rather than bold ink strokes? The way we use Microsoft Outlook to check our email? Our curds and way? Perhaps you’re speaking of religion, perhaps of your girlfriend. I’m not clear on all this, Larry, although you say you are clear, so could you make it clear what we don’t see and what you do? It shouldn’t be hard for you to make yourself clear if the matter really is that clear. If the matter can’t be made clear, perhaps it isn’t clear.
The feeling of clarity must be nice to have; I’ve never managed it. Personally, when I turn around 360 degrees, I see exactly the same, smudgy, murkily unclear vista I did before. If I do it three times, the room spins a bit.
