let the cow live

Ming's making spaghetti for breakfast.  I'm listening to holy music.  Last night we went to Indian food then to A's place where he read to me a lot.

"Everyone's been so damaged," I told A about a character in our book.  "Sometimes it's easier to see than others."  She had been badly burned.

Also, something about a cow who doesn't give milk.  Krishna was saying to spurn the cow. 

"What if she gave you milk for years and years?  You're just supposed to let her die?" I asked.

"Maybe she never gave milk," A said.  "It's a metaphor."  You know me.