Thank You

It's nice to make friends. Find common ground with other souls who though they've traveled a different path than you, now share in your same checkpoint or resting place. Kindred spirits who've experienced much of what you have too, and have lived to tell the tale. Mature folk who've somewhat been there and done that and have lived to tell about it. Those brave souls who've tasted death and chosen life and who, encouraged and strengthened by Spring imagine this could be all there is, but are left to be reminded there is something 'other'. Those nice folks who've lived the soulful life, and know no religion which strives with others, is ever going to describe their experience in totality. Those nice fellows who have sat and listened to a sermon and walked out the church doors to a world that is still as incomprehensible as it was before. This is to those young experiencers who knew before I, and allowed me to continue in my ignorance, knowing I needed to hit the same brick wall they already had, and would need to find my own way about it. This is to those graceless souls who have said if not by grace, then love, and if not by love then by force, and if not by force, then by that last strength, being flexible and accomodating. Thank you to those who suffered while I laughed beside them, me ignorantly rubbing salt in their wounds, and they looking beyond me and not making a pact of vengance against me (though I deserved it).

In short, thank you, from little ol' me.