July 3, 2014

Maud lies under the desk so I can touch her with my foot. She likes this. She likes feet to an eyebrow-raising degree. On the couch, she will lie with her arms around your feet, sound asleep, blissful. You might need a pet to understand the staggering complexity of things: two cats are no more alike than two people; perhaps two ash trees or two wasps are no more alike than that, either, diversity and immensity multiplying until the brain must set it all to one side. What prodigality! And yet I take God to task for not paying special attention to my little self and its aspirations. But, what else are we to do? What else are we here for but to try our specialties against the quadrillion others, that there might be the cosmic shimmer of plenty?