Because we know kids in New Orleans glue bottle caps to the soles of their shoes and tap dance in Jackson Square. Because we’ve never seen anything like that anywhere. We have so many questions. Why do you fly saucers from the coffee table into the living room wall and insist your sadness doesn’t exist? How did you come to believe that hating yourself would protect you from other people’s hate? What do you mean when you say your hearts melt? Are they like glaciers? Can one person die and drown the whole world? Is that what Jesus did when he meant to do the opposite?
