A quick glance out the window and back to son, father concludes. “It is difficult enough to repair a real gootermoble, but trying to fix an imaginary one is – again – forget about it! It’ll drive you crazy even if you weren’t to begin with.
I tell you, oh close-faction-of-me, the wheels are but slipping impotently on the tracks, as long as you believe that you are attempting to change an actual something within you, but which actually is not a something. Kids always want to fix nouns. It takes a grown up to tackle verbs, and a super grown up to take apart one certain verb, (passing for a noun), and look at what makes it really tick.
The sight of that verb disassembled is the enlightenment.
Now let’s go get ready to kick around Thursday…
(just in case now it even has the nerve to show up!)”
J.