…about prison inmates. …and babies.
Prison inmates; the worst of the worst, right? They’ve all done bad things, some of them terrible, unthinkable things. That’s who I’m thinking about, the incorrigible that have to be locked away. How did they get like that?
We all started out as babies, the most innocent of innocents. We’re not born with evil stares and bad intent. We’re born helpless and dependent, with giggles and smiles as we stumble about. Everybody starts out like that. How do some of us get from giggles and smiles and innocence to doing terrible things?
Sure, nature versus nurture, but is that all there is? And none of us are just one thing. We’re not entirely the worst thing we’ve ever done, nor the best. But these complicated human beings. We all turn out so different, and maybe we all, no matter how we turn out, wonder why everyone else is so different.