For every word I write, there might be misunderstanding. For every angle I take, a chance that something is missed. And between the days and weeks, for words taken too literally, contradictions will seem to appear.
But I write for the careful reader, knowing that others will read the very same words and miss understand. I write to hold up a light of remembrance for those who choose to remember, knowing there are others who don't, and that's just fine by me. There are no losers, no predefined paths, no requirements to understand the mechanics of time and space. Joy remains life's only inevitable.
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