I did not let my son hug me because he did not ask I watch him with the other children practicing Gong Bu spindling limbs learning those constant corrections then Ma Bu aches their legs these bodies young horses grown eager he quick bows and runs to hug me, again I refuse him because he did not ask first first of all the things I don’t want to do is not hug my son he has always been both archer and arrow like me he is a wreck of tears and fire Kung Fu he says calms his mind he needs a hug and when I ask he refuses we are never at war we are more at work in wilds full of errant wind chamfering together our best honest voices learning to ask the ground with each fresh step how best to walk upon it