Thanksgiving weekend, the boys and their families will make a retreat to Big Bend National Park. Like holy men wandering in the desert, these boys will spend time alone, contemplating what it means to be fully human. Having done that, and having endured various rites of passage dreamed up by their families, the boys will be recognized as men. . . . I've been asked to write something for them to contemplate. Trouble is, I don't know what might be the verbal equivalent of being run over by an Abrams tank. . . .
Adults know very, very little.
Some adults are even ignorant of their ignorance. They think they know how to live and what's what. Most of us know better. IF we know what we're doing, that only means we're good actors. Actually, we know we don't know much.