I can’t tell how you interpret most of what I say. We talk enough for me to have some understanding. Perhaps, I’m simply slow. Still, you remind me that conversations are full of so many more things than words. I suppose, in that way, you push me into contemplation, into the long corridor where words are far behind us. As for what you said, about the writing project in front of you, I hope you know that I’m in the circle of your biggest supporters. Get it done, and savor as much of the getting as you can. I’ll be the one wearing glasses at the end of the finish line, reminding you of your greatness and of the next race that’s set before you. Please keep going.