Just got back from the Cooper's. Funny thought occured to me there, watching some of the old guys drinking their bitter: once, everyone in this room was a child. I tried to see them all for a moment as children in the playground. 'Give me the first seven years of a child's life and I will show you the man (or woman).' Remembering that everyone was once small and alone in the playground made me realise the one thing that underlies everything: love. This was confirmed by the Westie who was frequently looking my way, as I was reading about mediaeval heresy, and he kept wagging his tail. Dogs - and animals in general - know the score. We keep needing to remember.
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