#Muddledmaunderings caveat emptor
When I was 5, I saw my dad laying on his back, on my parents’ bed. Mildly puzzled, I asked what was he doing? I’m thinking, he said. After a beat, I said, oh, and went on wherever I was going. It hit me like a brick. The moment is graven on my memory. It was the first time I thought about my thinking. What was it? How did it work? How did I do it? (…
#muddledMaunderings caveat emptor.
Details within.