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The third in the popular trilogy, this time rather than Laura Winger talking, it's her father William.

ONCE, I WAS FLOATING on a cloud and thinking about the origin of my love for Laura’s mother, my beloved wife. A week passed and I was still thinking about why I loved her teeth. A month passed and I hadn’t yet understood why I loved her eyes. Then the year elapsed and I was still putting the lines and dots together to explain why I loved the shape of her face. A slice of infinity passed, and I finally had a hint as to why I loved the way she touched me. A slice later, I sensed I was beginning to understand why I loved her mind. I’ve been in heaven now for who knows how long, and honestly, I still don’t know why I loved all of her. The other day I was explaining all this to Isaac Newton and he said it was really just a question of gravity. It made sense to me.
It is strange that I still haven’t bumped into her here. Newton yes; my beloved wife no. I am still hoping.
When I think about my daughter Laura, everything I shared with her had been intended to do more than just amuse her. I had wanted to get her to see “life” in a different way, and, in so doing, make the world a better place, at least her world that is. Part of the “see ‘life’ in a different way” was to get her to realize that we are all essentially prisoners of our moment in history and the culture and weltanschauung into which we are hatched. At the same time, I tended to doubt all people who thought there was a logic or intrinsic meaning behind existence. I believed everything was what it was and couldn’t be anything other than what it was at any moment in time, a belief I still maintain and think its promulgation to be the key to a better world.
I tried to get Laura to imagine a world wherein no one claimed to know the truth about what life was all about, no one claimed to know what reality was, no one saw himself or herself to be in a position to judge guilt and innocence or the why or wherefore of what went on in the world, and people were finally beginning to realize that is was very possible that absolutely nothing in existence could be other than what it was at every moment in time. I wanted her to realize that if people really understood this, the world would be a very different place, one of mystery, awe, wonder, openness, and compassion. I think Laura at least got my message.
O Earth, how I miss you sometimes…

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