Reposting for a friend 🙂
I often talk about having a little life. In many ways, my existence can be quantified by a single tiny dot amongst a sea of other tiny dots populating a quite lovely, mostly blue, big dot floating in space with a bunch of other big dots. It could almost be said that life is just a lengthy game of connect the dots. A narrow line here, a bold line there. A curved series of dashes passing up one dot for another, while some dots just keep to themselves.
Our reach rarely runs in a straight line, or a curvy one, for that matter. And, dashes? Well, dashes are another story entirely. I’ve had quite the number of dashes in my life, as I’m sure you have, too. Fortunately, humanity is a bit more interesting than geometry (sorry, geometry) and much more messy than grammar could dare to dream, despite all its rules about breaking rules…
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