“Then you say, “I want the world to be better.” I have never regretted more my inability to leap into the air and whoop for joy. Instead, I transit to you, with one hand proffered. “Then let’s go make it better.” You look amused. It’s you. It’s truly you. “Just like that?” “It might take some time.” “I don’t think I’m very patient.” But you take my hand. Don’t be patient. Don’t ever be. This is the way a new world begins. “Neither am I,” I say. “So let’s get to it.”
