“Did you write the book of love?”
This is what the song “American Pie” asks you, songwriter Don McLean challenges you in those few words. Just who the f*** are you, anyway? Why should anyone need to factor you into any equation? You think you’re so great, perhaps? And it came about that I thought of that one line in that long masterpiece of a song. Maybe not to think I’m worthy in some great wash, but to think that we should give some things like that a try. I want to say it, “Yes I did. I wrote the book of love. Me.” Is that wrong, somehow?