I asked her, in her eighth decade of life “do you believe in Santa Claus?”
And she, in her eighth decade of life, replied “I mostly do”.
And I wasn’t quite sure what to make of that.
I heard ‘doubt’ in the answer.
If we replace “Santa Claus” with a number of other persons or things to believe in, and the answer remains the same, it defines doubt.
And that kind of made me sad.
