For the first time, I feel time like a heartbeat, the seconds pumping in my breast like a reckoning; the numinous
mysteries that once seemed so distant and unreal threatening clarity in the presence of a truth entertained not in youth, but
only in its passage. I feel these words as if their meaning were weight being lifted from me, knowing that you will read
them and share my burden as I have come to trust no other. That you should know my heart, look into it, finding there the
memory and experience that belong to you, that are you, is a comfort to me now as I feel the tethers loose and the prospects
darken for the continuance of a journey that began not long ago, and which began again with a faith shaken and strengthened
by your convictions. If not for which I might never have been so strong now as I cross to face you and look at you
incomplete, hoping that you will forgive me for not making the rest of the journey with you.
(::fizzix4ever@hotmail.com::)
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