What makes a man?
I say it's a woman. I mean, the man does something, but in comparison, not very much.
My father said responsibility.
Response.
Ability.
Ability to respond.
I had a lot storming through my head tonight.
Many deep cosmic questions and connections and pointless
pointing of the fingers at the universe who I am and we all are…
And then I realized that I’d been ignoring a problem for a
long time.
One of the circuits in the breaker had been tripped. My sister’s room had no light, and neither
did the basement, nor the upstairs bathroom, or the back room, or the
television.
I had simply re-arranged everything to suit my particular
needs for the day and that’s why the sporadic absence of lights hadn’t bothered
me until late in the night.
The universe gave me a chance to solve the problem. I found a flashlight, and I walked down into
the cellar and shined the light in the dark basement, and I found the circuit
breaker, and I reset everything, and all the light came back on, and I was
fine, everything was fine, no big deal.
Nothing had been fried, nothing destroyed. I was still alive and safe.
All I had to do was go into the cellar with a flashlight and
reset the breaker so the whole house had access to light again.
Responsibility?
Response.
Ability.
Sure.
I can do that.
You can do that.
We always do that.
Who isn’t a HUMAN?
