On Target
IMAGINE FOR A moment that you are a great archer, standing in an empty field, tasked with firing an arrow at a distant target. That target is an apple resting on the head of your beloved. Your fletcher reaches into the quiver and hands you the finest arrow he’s ever crafted. It feels light in your hand, almost fragile, deserving of being handled, you feel, with the utmost care. As you place it in your bow, carefully balancing the strength required to draw back the string yet keeping your body still, you notice a slight breeze against your cheek. You make a mental note to account for this intrusion and ever so slightly adjust your aim. You gaze down the shaft of the arrow one last time. You will not…