March292008
For reasons I may explain at a later date, I was remeniscing today about being ten-years old. When I was thirteen I thought endlessly about my twenties. I think that even the most strident, radical optimist has little or no love for the present. The optimist looks forward, the pessimist looks back, but there’s no word for he who loves the current because, well, I don’t think such a person exists.
