--This is a pre-emptive nostalgic post, coming back from the future to commemorate the occasion; due to the nature of existence, I can do things like that. --
It is interesting that we are all intertwined on our own respective journeys.
I'm not much for venturing out in my social activities these days, preferring to stick to the search for objective truth.
Inevitably, because of quantum entanglement, certain other operators are bound to find their way into the dialog.
One operator that I am confident in is 
To get to take part in these communications is a highlight and the best energy I have spent in nearly all of my lifetime.
Because in my wandering and rambling until now, I've not been getting to absorb actual substantial content.
And not substantial as in popular/grand, but as in providing sustenance, which makes it popular and grand in my book.
And that's just it. We're just novelists. Sharing stories.
But what else would we be doing with our time except having these conversations alone like the loons that we are? Or trying to reach other like minds?
Cheers to the cosmic dinner table;
Like such, we orbit around it in the hearth, and occasionally meet to commune over sacrifices, sharing hardships and celebrations, replenishing value and bonds.
The currency of being alive.
May we be rich and rolling in it,
the words and the stories and the being alive-ness.
