When I was five, I wanted a pet lion. My mom told me lions were not legal pets. I wanted her to call the police and ask.
My dad traveled often. When I was 6, I asked him to take a vacuum cleaner on the plane and suck up a cloud and bring it home for me. He said people weren’t allowed to open a window while flying. I was sure that wasn’t true. He hadn’t asked!
In my mind, you can’t have the answer if you haven’t asked the question.
Communication has always had sharp edges that I refuse to fear
Too many rules for my survival bag
Most people, it seems, stay far from the edges….
Their compasses must read differently than mine.
I’ve always gone right up to the edge…But never over, like a waterfall. That takes more risk than I can hold.
Instead, I push the boundaries…I run counter to mores and dictates.
I say the things many won’t say
I ask the questions deemed taboo
And this has always been true for me.
To this day I believe that you can’t claim to have the answer if you haven’t asked the question!…
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You’ve made me wonder whether any of us ask as many questions as we should or indeed the right ones! When they are asked, it’s all too easy for the adult brain to rationalise the possibilities clean away!
I’d love if it were possible to have a cloud at home – perhaps so I could have it floating overhead in my library, or perhaps in a jar I could gaze at a while.
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