Sirs:

I encountered the Happy Embryo yesterday on my drive home from work. In this instance he assumed the form of a cloud and rose in the deepening purple twilight, high above the concrete walls of the retail hegemony not far from my home. Now, I know it’s impossible to call an experience “transformative” without sounding like a hyperbolic jackass, but seeing that cute little mass of freshly differentiated cells truly made me stop and think about my past pettiness.

Sincerely,

Howard Johnson

Dear Mr. Johnson:

Splendid!

—Eds.