Our grandchildren’s grandchildren are unreal to us or why’d we do such things to them? Our time horizons are very short: tomorrow, next vacation, maybe at most some someday retirement. Always centered in “me” and “mine.” Visiting the Alamo one day, reading the names on the plaques, I glimpsed that these were real people in my grandparents’ grandparents generation. Perhaps we can catch the glances of those 4 or 7 generations off—enough to know real people.
:- Doug.
