Yes, we know. THB has been a neglected and desolate corner of the blogosphere. Many apologies. My father-in-law passed away last week. A difficult time for us at chez Booker. Also hard, explaining death to a precocious 8 year old, who got all existential on us, asking us to explain, precisely, "what is the point, anyway?"
The point? One of the big questions. And probably not one of my finest parenting moments, as I was quiet long enough to arouse suspicion. The point, I said after some time, was love. Simple answer, I know. But there you have it, one of life's biggest philosophical quandaries reduced to a Beatles song: All You Need is Love. And yet, that's what I said when asked directly, under the intense scrutiny and keen interrogation of an 8 year old who can detect parental bullshit a mile away.
He bought it completely. And in that moment, so did I.