There's more to come...

I am just a man, doing my best to be a person of value. And every once in a while, nowadays more often than not, I fuck up the moment I'm in. And I'm trying to let myself be imperfect, allowing my imperfections to drive me to improve. I'll try to be a fairer judge going forward. And be the owner of my own intentions. Even though I'm sure I'll still fall short in stopping myself from getting triggered. Love and acceptance despite ongoing and glaring imperfection is all I've ever tried to attain with this thing that is not blog. For me. For you. For everyone. And I don't think I'll ever stop.

Then he sat very still with his hands on his knees, his shaggy head against the bricks, restored to patience and a look of tried inviolate sanctity, the faded green eyes looking out down the row of cages, a forest of sweating iron dowels, forms of men standing or huddled upon their pallets, and feeling the circle of years closing, the final increment of the curve returning him again to the inchoate, the prismatic flux of sound and color wherein he had drifted once before and now beyond the world of men.