Hey there, little guy.
We’re not that different, you and I. At this moment in time, we both share the feeling of being the centre of the universe. Oh, sure, I don’t deny that the world existed before I was born, but I’ve never been able to imagine it. Even when watching grainy black & white television footage from the fifties, I imagine that I must have been somewhere on the planet while it was all taking place. My lack of existence is inconceivable.
But soon you will be born, and I know that it won’t seem so strange. Because I will have seen, with my own eyes, the world changing from a Bernardless one to a be-Bernarded one, and through this reflection I will at last appreciate that I too was created.
I mentioned this to your mother, and she couldn’t grasp where I was coming from with this. I guess I always assumed that other people share my inability to imagine a world without themselves in it, but clearly I am wrong.
TTFN
Dad.
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I find it harder to imagine the world AFTER me than the world before me, which makes less sense, because before I existed, I didn’t affect the world in any way; but after I have existed, I will at least have had some influence, and left something behind. Even if it is just Bernard.