Spilt most of the chunks of honeydew all over my thin blank
et, the one upon which I sit, the one upon which I sleep, right
before bed. That it’d absolutely not be me to deduce this ex
perience into a lesson not to eat so late might surprise you,
might even exasperate me. Am I really that stubborn? I am.
So what?! So. What, then, is the lesson I’ve learned today?
Because it is very much me to gather lessons incrementally.
From, say, a 24-hour period. Or a given year. During a class.
During a late-night discussion in which you and I disagree on
something we both find incredibly important. Can you not, then—
might I call you Stranger?—begin to estimate how many lessons
I fail to learn during any given fragment of this life? And might
you desire, as I do so intensely, taking as much time as you want
researching the accuracy of your estimate? Starting right now?
