The Second Time I Was a Child
Fear infantilizes us
I’d sooner write a book than breathe air into these thoughts…and I don’t know if that makes me admirable, or just afraid. To mix painful words with oxygen is to wish a fire into existence. I’d rather not.
The first time I was a child, I spoke as a child; I understood as a child; I thought as a child. But I differ from Paul in that when I became a…