The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures:
he leadeth me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul…
–Psalms 23

And he was autistic–Solomon. He never once laughed. At least not to anyone’s recollection and he didn’t even cry the day he was born the date of that already stated before (was it Gabby?) to those that identify (for or against) symbols numbers and what they could possibly mean–he was born on the 6th of June, 1966. The time unknown or not recorded maybe due to superstition maybe because it weighs too heavily on some sort of plan or another some design and since he couldn’t laugh maybe we should. At the intent of the serious. Some would say if you feel like you’re losing your soul you haven’t lost it yet you still are who you are and if you can laugh you can lose anything and not miss it much. And so he was nine when I was born when Dulcinea’s other child was born this in marriage to a white man and whether there was a genetic trait he inherited born in incest or perhaps what we look for in a balance to his half-brother born in miscegenation the fact remains he never once laughed–let alone at himself. His silence (in laughter and in tears) a prayer as to such a I am but a little child: I know not how to go out or come in… and there are legends on thrones and temples and visiting queens divided children but the story here is something else a magic ring (at least in his mind) lost in the belly of a fish a seal as it were where if you would not laugh gave him the knowledge of fallen angels and wealth greater than the 666 talents of Solomon in his day a so that he…may discern good and bad: for who is able to judge this… He was the fool on the hill. Golden in silence. Notwithstanding his blubbering for he never really learned words and rightly so. And of course there’s the guitar. His father or rather grandfather (David’s) guitar. The one with a hole in it. For when he was nine David gave it to him. Maybe on impulse on some passion if you will. Some sort of design David had in his mind. A It is worthwhile to live there is something of importance in this life; life has something behind it and under it. And that’s one thing you never laugh at in yourself in the throngs and fit of it. You never laugh at your passions laugh at existence. But then again–maybe you should…