Matron: "Yes?"
Stryker: "It sort of makes sense, like seeds turning into plants that rot and turn into soil. Right?"
Matron: "Well, I think so."
Matron: "Well, I think so."
Stryker: "But the thing you turn into sort of depends on what you were. I mean, if you're a nutrient dense plant you're going to make good soil. If you're a sort of a runt week, your soil will be lame too."
Matron: "Makes sense."
Matron: "Makes sense."
Stryker: "I'm a little worried that I might reincarnate into somebody who sits around and watches TV all day. I have that in me."
Matron: "Yes, you do. But you also have lots of wonderful parts of yourself that you could cultivate: kindness, compassion, intelligence."
Matron: "Yes, you do. But you also have lots of wonderful parts of yourself that you could cultivate: kindness, compassion, intelligence."
Stryker: "That's true. I could pick one good thing and start really focusing on that. Which do you think, Mom?"
Matron (oh no! let's not limit ourselves to ONE): "How about a combination of three or four. Let's see. . . intelligence, kindnes and compassion? Love, respect, intelligence and fortitude? You could be 90% love and divide the remaining 10% among two other qualities--
"Mom -- you're getting too enthusiastic."
Matron (reeled in): "Sorry."
Stryker: "I'm going to pick kindness to animals. Whenever I want to lay around and watch TV, I'll do something nice to a dog instead. Like pet them or give them a treat."
Stryker: "I'm going to pick kindness to animals. Whenever I want to lay around and watch TV, I'll do something nice to a dog instead. Like pet them or give them a treat."
Matron: "That sounds perfect."
Stryker: "You know what's strange, Mom?"
Matron: "What?"
Stryker: "I feel a little bit better about the world, already."
Stryker: "You know what's strange, Mom?"
Matron: "What?"
Stryker: "I feel a little bit better about the world, already."
So does she.
4 comments:
He's a thinker, that one.
I love Stryker.
I enjoy philosophy with the young. Nice stuff:)
A philosopher in training: they were all one-named folk, weren't they?
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