The Bomber spent much of yesterday writing his name, my name, my company's name etc. in hieroglyphics. I didn't even know they could be phonetic.
It is good for the soul to have your eyes opened by a seven year old.
I wait patiently, with no urgency. I have been granted all the time there is. I do not try to make anything of what I see. I hold no expectation or assumption that I know anything at all.
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