Yesterday morning, sometime after one, I realized that being right isn’t that important to me anymore. This is breaking news as I have spent the last 30 odd years trying to do right, be right and, failing that, fight for the appearance/delusion of one or the other.

I am not always right. I make mistakes. I fail. I’m going to quit inventing a more palpable truth.

What I really want is to love and to be loved.