Tuesday, June 30, 2009



ON
MEETING
WILBUR

I met Wilbur, yesterday.
His face belonged to Wilbur.
He was dressed in Wilbur's clothes.
He spoke with Wilbur's voice.
And I knew with total certainty, that his name was Wilbur.
Which turned out to be true, of course.
How did his mother know, I wondered?
Did she sense he was a Wilbur when he was born?
And did she then simply write his name on the birth certificate?

There was no time, yesterday, to discover his personality.
But I was sure that he thought and believed the exact same things which only a Wilbur could have thought and believed.
So there it was, at last.
The indisputable existence of a man named Wilbur.
I had finally met him.
And I had seen him with my own 2 eyes.
Which has confirmed the fact that Wilburs do exist among us.
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