Capacity
So what is allowed?
Can I rob a bank?
Kill someone?
Fall in love?
Move to Texas?
Move the couch?
Finish that floor?
Do the dishes?
Make her do the dishes?
Get to work on time?
Read to my child?
Let her read to me?
See the Alps?
Ride a camel?
Feed the dog?
Backpack across Ireland?
Join the military?
Join the rotary?
Have a beer?
Have a baby?
The question , it turns out, is not what I'm allowed.
It is exactly what I'm capable of.
I think I'll take a nap.
Who knows what's next.
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