I am not someone that desperately needs to know or understand stuff. An ideal columnist, I am not. I prefer to look at the big picture, let the details sift through and settle in, and accept what remains as fact. Perhaps this is what we call faith, or maybe it’s what we call laziness. I don’t know. And I’m not all that interested in finding out.

I do know, however, that it is this comfort with the unknown that allows me to fully enjoy Chappy. My little island is like music — I’d rather not fully comprehend its composition, but enjoy it as a whole. This is it not to say that someone that recognizes all the instruments, their tempo, and their application enjoys the music any less than I, just that they have a different mind.

I accept Chappy and all her flaws. Moreover, I recognize that her perceived flaws — her ants and flies and mosquitos and wind and accessibility may, in fact, be her attributes. Everything is connected; everything exists upon a faith that it all works out in the end.

So I tread lightly. I attempt not to disturb a balance that I know little about. I let Chappy do her thing, and in return she gives me beautiful music.

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