I don’t want your kindness. I don’t need your patience. I’m not looking for a role model. Don’t give me a speech.

Amazing Grace was given me in moments of dismay, when friends were scarce, and skies were gray, and hope had gone astray.

Of all the gifts existence deigns upon us there isn’t one more precious to our kind than the misread and undervalued gift of freedom, a gift we’re blinded to when we are young.

I’m on the edge of existence, looking out at nothing, the substantial, rich, eclectic nothing of which all reality is woven.

Remember! Remember! Remember! The world is about you!