Cadmean victory.

What is it we're looking for? The we being a complete cop-out of course, as if any of us ever can be on the same page of the same book at the same time. I read something today that had me thinking once more Is this for true? and whether it is or not FOR ONCE has nothing whatever to do with me. And so few things do, that really it's comical to look for hints where there are no hints, to see messages where there are no messages, to read hope when hopelessness abounds.

EXCEPT.

There is this thing that hangs, that shades and shadows and, ha, colors everything before me, and that thing is a thing that's been thung before. And I can't talk about it here. But I can remember what it was like to look into your eyes and without words you'd know what that thing was, you'd ask me the questions that needed to be asked and look into my eyes and make me feel like the damn fool that I am. There was a time when you were here, and though it is that I am the absent one for whatever reason it is, of course, all your fault.

So stop it already.