We all attract each other in the physical sense. The Law of Gravitation demands it. In the psychic sense, attraction can vary from less-than-zero repulsion to “gotta keep em separated.” Thius life is made tricky, miserable, comforting, delightful, and [choose your adjective].

When I say Tricky, I am thinking of a yearning that is for an idea of someone rather than the real someone. When we get to know that someone, our idea of that person, if we are sane, morphs into a truer fit to the actual person. But Optimism and Want sometimes weave an insidious magic.

Bob Dylan long ago wrote a song called “You Ain’t Going Nowhere.” In one set of his lyrics he refers to “A fish that walks and a dog that talks.” He also wrote “Forever Young,” which in my image I’ve represented by my imagining of what Bobby looked like before he was thirteen, i.e. Bar Mitzvah age.

I’ve been fiddling with this image for more than a month. If I fiddle with it much longer it would have to become a movie. Time to release it into the wild.

Thanks for your willingness to be woven into my whimsy, Friends.