A great essay that I relate to strongly myself β€” I am forever grateful to my parents for building me a home of books and music and dance and art, so that I might learn first what human passion means, and what it means to possess it, to feel it for myself, long before I knew of taxes, employment, PTO, and inflation.

I wholly believe I would be an emptier man in greater despair if it weren’t for them and their treatment of love β€” straight from generations of men and women from cultures all around the world of all times and climates. I love the world and it loves me, and I love my parents’ passion for the arts and for teaching their children the arts β€” even more.