Early Humans
I like kids when they are excited
to tell you about who they are and
what they are working at. Some
kid comes racing across the room
waving a paper full of finger paint
or clutching a bunch of popsicle
sticks, and so ready for you to know
what their last fifteen minutes have
looked like that they can barely get
the words out in the right order,
and you know they are feeling their
oats, that you are the audience of
a great and revelatory act, evidence
of genius, a world-altering first
performance. Imagine what that
little brain is doing. Imagine the
electricity surging and the new
paths being trampled open. A tiny
mad scientist raises her fists up to
the sky, flush with the power of
creation, daring the universe to
look away, daring the world to
find fault, certain that her gifts,
rising so naturally from within her
cannot possibly have any limitations.
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