The first item in the famous gathering notebook is a
magazine cut-out containing this text:
In his book A Man Without a Country, the late Kurt Vonnegut tells a story about
his Uncle Alex, whose main complaint about people was their failure to notice
when they were happy.
Vonnegut writes: “So, when we were
drinking lemonade under an apple tree during the summer, say, and talking lazily about this and that,
almost buzzing like honeybees, Uncle Alex would suddenly interrupt the
agreeable blather to exclaim, ‘If this isn’t nice, I don’t know what is.’”
I love Vonnegut, I own this very book, and this quote has
always really struck me. So, when I found it in a cut-outtable spot just as I
was starting the coffeshop notebook, there was no question but that it should
appear as a sort of an epigram.
Ideally, Two Suns will be exactly this kind of place.
Maybe not an apple tree, maybe no buzzing. Still, definitely that good, warm
feeling, and the space and time to recognize the beauty of such an occasion.
Nothing you have to say, nothing you have to do – just being there, drinking it
all in, and, every once in a while, thinking, “Now isn’t this nice!”
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