But before I, even, I want to start from the beginning, because I feel like I don't want to lose track of my thoughts. I was thinking that this piece was going to be about butterflies, because, you know, it's a love piece, and that's what almost all the love pieces are. But then, let me read that piece.
Like every time people ask, love is inside of you. Or it's something that you have to attempt or something you have to redefine. Like all kinds of war that happens around love.
I feel like, you know, the poem kind of touched that, you know, because I don't know if it actually designed for it, but then deciding that to be difficult, I don't know for anyone. But then, just like I said, the poem did some sort of psychological heavy lifting for me, which I'm still going to go back to read and cross-examine so that I will elicit more points. But what I'm telling you guys is, if love exists, I don't know why I'm running away from it, but then we move on.
Thank you for the piece, Hissen. Bye. Thank you for the emotion.
I don't know what's happening. Sometimes my app just logs me off and out. I don't know what is happening, and it's up to date.
Tonte, thank you for putting our pieces in the chat box there. Grammy Boy, thank you for being here. Barry, so Geoff, we appreciate your presence here.
We couldn't have been anywhere else, you know. Extending olives while you are here with us. Thank you.
Doug, thank you for coming all the way from Abyssinia, Ethiopia, to come and be with us here in the city of Edo. Thank you, the Great Great Saint, for ushering us into the mix of real love and algorithm. Thank you, Natalia, for being the outcast of the space.
