If you are reading this, you should be grateful.
Life has been momentous lately, packed with self-revalation, and I feel like I'm on the verge of something. I think my book is about to pop out. I've been thinking about it a while: a fantasy political satire where children hold magic, and a Christ-figure with the ability to do magic despite maturity returns. Where the children are enforcing a brutal police state in the name of order.
Some fuzzy sea change is occuring in my personal life.
The thought which has dominated my thoughts lately is: oh, my, GOD! Life is so short. We should all have hundreds of years. And if we learn to get the fuck along, we WILL have that. Ladies and Gentlemen, we are "On the Cusp". I am also on the cusp, because I am willing to embrace or destroy for happiness. And the satisfaction of knowing I have a path to walk is great. I have to take steps. Life is too short.
We must not waste a day. The universe is filled with infinite variety and our pathetic lifespan does not allow enough... not enough a fraction of enough... of the experiences available. Emrace, extend.
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