Greg McKeown

I mean, I just wrote down quiet desperation versus possibly noisy disorientation, depending how you think about it.

But I like both ways of thinking about that.

Yeah, I was thinking, as we've been discussing this, about a story that I haven't published anywhere to my recollection, but...

It happened when I was a young man, I was on a church mission and I was paired up with someone who was, as you would expect, really different to me.

And that's totally fine.

We were getting on just fine.

And then somebody had this idea.

They said, so we were in like a zone of let's say 15, 20 of us.

And someone said, oh, we should go in early in the morning, go on a creation.

And we were in Toronto at the time.

And so let's go to Lake Ontario on a creation.

And it wasn't my design.

And I don't know, for some, for whatever reason, I wasn't like super yet.

This is what we should do, but I wanted to support the effort.

So we went.

And so they're really, it's very beautiful, very peaceful.

You can see Toronto in the gray morning light behind us.

You can see Lake Ontario there's.

And then right in the midst of this, while someone is just barely finished reading literally the creation story, the person I was paired with my companion, he starts throwing not pebbles, but like big rocks at seagulls.

And then he hits one of them.