neil must feel this with me all the time…i wasn’t a sci-fi kid, i wasn’t into “dr. who”, or movies, or reading fantasy books, or any of the things that delight him when they pass his nostalgia radar. he has to rely on other people for all that joy-sharing. but i can try. i do try. i at least try to see where those things touched him…and why…and that’s all we can do for each other, sometimes. respect the things that delight the other, and not feel like we have to achieve any deeper understanding. the fact that those we love are feeling joy should just be enough in itself, otherwise we’re loving selfishly…we have to be a part of story. you don’t always have to be a part of the story. you can watch.
we do what we can: abide on the side and try to sense the significance.
and that leaves us….
i think it leaves us with some sort of deep lesson about loving things that we don’t necessarily understand.