It's a great feeling, to have a good heart-to-heart with another human being. I had one just yesterday afternoon with my grandson. No words, of course. He's only seven weeks old, tomorrow. But his mom and grandma went out shopping, and Luka was left in his grandpa's care for an hour or so. At first he was quite restless, squirming away in my arms. I though he was maybe wanting to get a bit of exercise, so I laid him out on the couch; but no, he didn't like that. So I picked him up again and bounced him around, walking back and forth in the living room, and before long he was fast asleep. We sat down on the rocking chair together, heart-to-heart, communing at some level way below language...
... until his mom came home.
Then, a little later in the evening, we all watched "The Cave of Forgotten Dreams"--Ellie and I, for the second time in as many weeks. Which gave me the opportunity to reflect a bit on our many thousand-year past, and on this tiny bit of human future I had been holding in my arms.
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