I recently saw a film where one character ask another “Are we bad people?” (the theme of the film is irrelevant) and I thought about that question. I thought specifically of how I would answer that question if I were asked it. And I came up with only one appropriate answer: “No, we are not bad people, were just not good. We are somewhere to the side of either.” I like to think that! Less for the romantic image that that answer incites, and more for the idea that those paragons of definition are just that; paragons. I think we move across that spectrum and settle, albeit for a short time, at different points of that scale at different intervals in time.
As I said you are a good man! I have always believed that. And over the decade that I have known you, even when you were bad, and when you were neither, you continued, and will continue to be, a good man with fine taste, solid character, a warm heart, and a strong cock. A real person! The type of person who does not need a handshake for confirmation. The reason for that is that you were not made in China, or India, or Mexico, or the USA. You were forged along the long hours and across geographies. That mark, that brand, is clear and it is there. Its at the end of the alphabet. A logo, a character, one which without, the world would be a little less. Less how? Just less.
The rest, the theme, the film, is irrelevant. What is relevant is the spectrum of the alphabet, those other characters, the ones that give one another meaning. The few that define each other. The ones needed to form a sentence. Or perhaps, just a simple word, a brand that moves across paragons and a little to the side of them, settling for a time on a blank page and leaving behind a sentence or two; and sometimes even a paragraph.