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  • When we are reading the Hobbit, my son wonders aloud why it is that stories seem more interested in the invisibility of very big things and science is more interested in the invisibility of very small things.

    Not being completely new to motherhood, I'm familiar by now with the fierce protective urges that randomly engulf me. This one, however, surprises me. I very much want to cup my hands around whatever part of his brain is responsible for generating that thought. I want to keep it safe.

    Safe from life's mundane anxieties, safe from fears of jugement, safe from rushing to be in the next place.

    Safe from all the encroachments that jeopardize our wondering.
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