we know what we're doing

I have felt it. I have noticed it. I have believed it, in the night passing by.

It is not obvious or ironic, accidental, baseless or basely flirtatious, like absenteeism for the perfect attendance award.

It is not thoughtless or vague, like a linen blazer rustled from a forgotten trunk or closet in someone else's abandoned country, someone else's erstwhile world.

It is not futile, like the application of inside jokes to the silhouette of someone who has always and ever been on the outside.

It is susceptible. It is not gullible. It is not a victorious riddle.

It is very specific. It is the perfect solution, as we find it. It is that- there-- Now!

It is not photographic. It is not repetitive. It is not even always iterative.

It is two sport coats. It is elevator shoes. It is elbows and independence. Absolutely not, it is.

Sometimes, it comes all at once.

Indeed, of its process we are both scholars and athletes, appreciators and practicians alike.

Not by our choice, but by our others.

As we know, to be loved is to be changed.

However, to be alive in the mind of a child is quite the deaf and damning endeavor.

And we who have not done this - living, existing, or being loved - find it extraordinary, while others experience the routine of a street sign being cast and glown by so many itinerant vehicles. It is not special, and yet it is individual. It is infinitely, astonishingly, nonmatteringly unique. Lit from above. Lit from below. Lit from without. Lit from within. Some light, new light, less light, more light. Colors. Composite white. Integration. Temperature.

This is an art not practiced by skill or talent. This is an art, a miracle, put into practice by the endless, fathomless depth of choice.

This is an art whose implementation is the most blind and redeeming endeavor of all.

Do you know what you're doing?

Do you know, that to teach is a child is to change a child, that to change a child is to change yourself, and that to change yourself by the reciprocal presence of others is to be inexorably loved?

Do you know that you have changed me?

Do you think you know how?