The critics have always been really kind to me. Sometimes I think that maybe they're a bit proud to stand up for a true "nobody." You know, I'm kind of an inside secret, a private joke. That's okay. I'll take it. Everybody needs some little validation.
Now it begins to occur to me that I've started the process of dying. Oh, I'm not sick. I suppose it started right after birth. The other side of that lucky coin is that I'm in the middle of wild renewal, too. My fingernails grow. My hair really grows. My heart grows, too.
Plan for peace and love hard.