Every atom in magnificiant glow

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Dear Pat,

You came upon me carving some kind of little figure out of wood and you said, ‘Why don’t you make something for me?’

I asked you what you wanted, and you said ‘A box.’

'What for?'

'To put things in.'

'What things?'

'Whatever you have.'

Well, here’s your box. Nearly everything I have is in it, and it’s not full. Pain and excitement are in it, and feeling good or bad and evil thoughts and good thoughts-the pleasure of design and some despair and the indescribable joy of creation.

And on top of these are all the gratitude and love I have for you.

And still the box is not full.


-From East of Eden by John Steinbeck