Dear Noah, Today I was in my geology lab, staring out the window, and I started thinking about all the layers of the earth, and how as we dig/drill/what-have-you, we pull up all these things that are new to us, but are actually ancient. I wonder if human beings aren’t the same? Like every tic of personality, every talent or shortcoming is already in place, waiting to be discovered. My love of writing, for example: Did that already exist, as soon as I was born? Or did it take shape after Dad bought my first computer? I like to think it was already there, and Dad was just smart enough to know
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