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  Things don’t have to change the world to be important.  So you didn’t write the screenplay for “Eraserhead,” or “Fight Club,” or “Being John Malkovich.” There was a little boy tagging along the beach behind his dad, who was barefoot. The man was pulling a steel oxygen bottle mounted on two wheels.  He was pasty white, ill looking, even without the canula draped around his ears and up each nostril.  The boy and his dad were together,  early on a crisp beautiful day before the world was awake enough to start with the usual demands, the inevitable criticisms, the nonsense that causes our worries to blot out our joy of being alive.  Just tan sand, neon blue sky and cool salt air.  And two folks living their lives— one brand new, the other not.