Waiting. Simply one person doing nothing, over time, while another approached.
Wasn’t writing a kind of soaring, an achievable form of flight, of fancy, of the imagination?
He wanted a father, and for the same reason, he wanted to be a father.
was it possible that i was, in the modern term, in denial?
This is how the entire course of a life can be changed: by doing nothing.
Quantum mechanics. What a repository, a dump, of human aspiration it was, the borderland where mathematical rigor defeated common sense, and reason and fantasy irrationally merged. Here the mystically inclined could find whatever they required...