In the end it boils down to very few things that are necessary in order to make people feel they way I want them to. The details of the simple become the only narrator. But when does having too much control and knowing exactly what is going to happen become over protective? I want to spoil my work and give it a privileged upbringing but I don't want it to be naïve and dependent on me forever. I want it to be able to live in the world on its own and be able to support itself and raise its own questions and answers independent of me. But without forgetting about me and leaving me behind. Because a grandparent must be tough on a child, as well as loving. But they can spoil the grandchildren to death, since the parent is ultimately the one to raise the child well. As the parent, I'm hard on the work because it needs to be raised well. As the grandparent, I dote on the questions and answers because I want to be remembered and I want to be discussed and I want the world to last so that we all can last and make things and feel important.