I haven't finished the illustration for DRAGON OF REALITY yet; I estimate another ten days. Meanwhile, here is something I just jotted down the other day:
I LIKE THIS DEVELOPMENT
I like the way she struts in as if to say
"You don't know how much you'd have to look up to me if you knew."
I like the way she doesn't know I know.
Gone is sadness at her hostility caused by her "deprivation."
Gone is feeling need to protect her vulnerability,
And best, no longer must I be concerned to consider the inconsiderate in future plans.
I like it because a scornful laugh evolved while facing her scorning midlife maturity‑‑-
Because she doesn't want me to know and doesn't want to tell me
'Though all her friends are in the know (with she not knowing all my friends are in the know)
Because her generation does not rest on our shoulders nor follow in our train nor reach into our pocketbooks
But wants to bump us off
In the ignorant assumption that such little monkeys as she will be around longer and be in longer need
(Having been born without the sin of Eden though firmly set in sins of territory)
And therefore sieze a twig at the pinnacle (woops too high to swing a foot at our heads)
Instead of a sturdy long limb of effort.