8 pounds, 7 ounces; A new born baby boy. Follow me, young one, to your lock and your key, it is now time for you to get your blank slate. Write on this what you will, hold the pencil with any hand you like. You’re shaping your future now, you are beginning to create your life.
Of course I hold the lock and the key. Why would you ever get ones of your own? None of this is really yours, after all. Hush now, just come along. If you ask too many questions you’ll never see. Never see what? Yes, I can see every question you’re asking: They’re all swimming around in those deep, shallow, oceanic blue eyes…. Shallow as in selfish, darling. If you keep asking all these questions, what you will never see is this slate.
Yes, it looks very old indeed. The slate is created with history. It is made up of all the years behind you. Seeing as how this is 2009, that’s a lot of years. You should be gentle, you may harm it though… If that is what you wish to do with your future.
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