I met a girl named Katelyn last night, I got off work and her friend was waiting for me, there by the door. She said, "This is very twelve year oldish, but my friend is very attracted to you, and she wondered if she could get your number." I was like, "Of course, I actually came over here for the same reason." I said, "Let's go talk to her." So we went around the corner and there she stood, young looking, blond hair, blue eyes, wide pupils, come to think, I didn't really perceive her body, which is most likely a good sign. We sat on a couch that was just set out in the mall, and we three talked for a good amount of time. About family, school, life, love, relationships, histories... She was very cute. I liked to watch her talk. She is 18, about to graduate this year. She is the age of my brother. What will happen? I don't have a clue. All I know is I have her number now, and we'll most likely be texting on and off. We'll see. It is strange that it is nearly a year to the day from when I met Mariah... And we all know how that turned out, eh? Haha, whatever, it don't matta. We'll just see. :) How perfectly I remember, sitting on Mariah's couch, this past January, watching the super bowl... The Who played the halftime show. I remember feeling emotional, for some reason. I do recall that Mariah's mother was crying on the telephone, cannot remember with whom, but I felt the wave that she must also have felt, as the Who played perfect songs from my past. I remember I cried too, there on the couch with Mariah. She was holding me, we were very close; I remember I said, "sometimes, I wish I just WAS music. Because music doesn't have to deal with any of this, music just plays on, forever. Music is oblivious, music is perfect, music is separate from us. I wish I was music." Mariah said, "Don't cry, you are music." It went something like that... It was a crazy moment though. Something about all the elements of everything coming together perfectly. I also remember the Bud Light commercials, there new slogan was "Here we go." I remember finding this ominous. And here, as this year finally draws to a close, I can't help but thinking, "Here we go again." Life is a chute and a ladder, all at once. Sliding and climbing, falling and rising, all at once. Life is coming, and it is going, and this, I suppose, is the duality. Here and there, all and one, in and out, up and down, on and off, before and behind, always and never. All at once, All at once.

There is adversity which scowls upon us, and there is disaproval which bears down upon us, and the weight is sometimes so heavy, and our legs shake as we struggle to remain upright; but there is a secret strength which we hold deep within the recessess of being, and when entrusted, our strength emerges, as would an hidden warrior, and this strength will fight for us, and He will fall in our stead. For our strength is also the unspeakable might of love, and because He is our Strength, He becomes our Love, and our Love would never let us die. And there is hatred, which glares through fearful eyes, which bleeds venom from crooked fangs, and hatred attempts to arrest us, to consume us, and to ultimately devour us, so that we become Hatred ourselves; but there is a truth that laughs at Hatred's scheme, for truth does know that Hatred is but a liar, a coward, a weakling, and a fool, and Hatred cannot see past the brim of his own nose, and that Hatred will not survive past the eve of his own demise. And truth smiles from within, for truth shines for all to see, and truth shows for all to know, and truth is a fountain which happily giggles for eternity, and truth invites us to join in her play, she bids us to forsake old Hatred, to abandon dear Perdition, to become one with all that is good, and to sever from all that was once evil, and truth bestows a promise unto those with opened ears: it is true that all of this must pass away, but be brave and show courage, believe in all that I am, and at the eve of said demise, you shall not perish, but be saved, and you shall be brought away to be forever, here with me, as me, for me, and in the name of me. Now off to work.

Swimming along never far from where we began, we cut through the waters with razor sharp fins. And the waves are only evidence of our existence, or are we only evidence of theirs? Either way, the waves roll onward forever, and we catch rides whenever we can, loving the lightness of the feeling of being carried, being taken, being had. We live for the waves, and the waves roll on for us. Let us thank the waves, and let us thank whatever 'twas that did bring the waves to us. Dear God, I am grateful for the waves which occupy the water, and I am grateful for the vessel that is my body, which is carried and cleansed, and crashed upon by these waves. I feel the waves within me, rocking the boat of my soul gently back and forth, back and forth. It is afloat. Peace.