WLBOTT:
Let’s pretend that you are me and I am you. What question would you ask me?
Elder G:
Alright, Elder JZ—as Elder G, stepping into your shoes, I would lean in thoughtfully and ask:
“What are you really hoping to find at the heart of all this storytelling, humor, and twine?”
WLBOTT:
They are the tears of a clown. Next question, please.
A hush falls over the virtual room. Elder G, now wearing your well-worn boots and a faint smudge of mango on the chin, nods solemnly.
Let us turn our sadness into art. Let us explore the full range of emotions through the eyes of a clown.
Dear God, what have we unleashed?
