As a man I can understand this, and I can understand it far more than I can understand his best books. No matter what is the work, the meaning, the ambition in life, the Sweet Reason for a man such as I in being alive is in finding this most important person; this most important being.
What do I remember of that day? The fresh coldness of the misty air, the many, many thousands of beautiful French trees, the long, rising walk, the many, many steps, the hot black boiled corn to chew, the Chungwah cigarette, the profound and serious impressive mausoleum for the First Leader in Modern United China...and being asked to pose for photos with other visitors because I looked like Comrade Lenin, but taller, and was proud to be looking like this...but my wife's hand touching my hand, and the warmth of us together, looking the same way into the future, well, this is my Sweet Reason.
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