From “Me Too, 365,” by Arnold Kunst
14 November
I wrote the following in my journal in 1978 when my daughter was four and my son was one: “I take great delight in the free expressions of my children as they unfold - life-long blossoms exhibiting ever-new wonders, each a universe as multifarious and beautiful as any external universe they grace with their wondering attention. Innocent, thorough, simple - each of them a god, as Emerson says somewhere, playing the fool.”
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