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I'm not sure who I write for here, or why I write here, now - or at all. I just got home from Shabbos deep in New Jersey, in a sweet town. I feel a cold coming on and have been trying to ward it off. My dear old friend was kind enough to drive me home (and also to have picked me up yesterday). I owe email responses and have plenty of things to do. And yet I feel the blog bug.

I'm in a questioning mood. I bought recently. It's written in sentences and paragraphs and chapters, but the twist is that every line ends - legitimately (or not, you be the judge) in a question mark. What do you think of that?

How much do most people want to be listened to? Did you ever hear the story about a gossip columnist who wrote about what a great conversationalist Dale Carnegie was (after all he did was let her go on and on)? Do people relish the chance to be listened to because it is so rare? Why is it so rare? Do you think most spouses talk to and listen to each other? How does it change as children come into the picture (and eventually - to some extent leave the picture, or at least the nest)? Do most people listen? Do you long to be listened to? Do you notice when you're talking for a while and someone else is trying to get their turn? Are conversations to be lived and forgotten or relished and remembered?

What's the point of school? Is the goal different in different classes? What's the point of a test?

I wanted this post to be longer, but I feel like it's time for bed.

Good night and G-d Bless.