Imagine any problem you have to be a huge, locked door standing in front of you. now see yourself taking a golden key out of your pocket. you brought the key here with you when you arrived on this planet, but you sometimes forget to use it. see yourself putting it into the keyhole, then watch the door swing open. on the key are inscribed these words, "unconditional love."
The summer has seized you, as when, last month in amalfi, i saw lemons as large as your desk-side globe-that miniature map of the world-and i could mention, too, the market stalls of mushrooms and garlic bugs all engorged. Or i even think of the orchard next door, where the berries are done and the apples are beginning to swell. And once, with our first backyard,i remember i planted an acre of yellow beans we couldn't eat.