As an old man by calendars and such, my fear does no arrive from day to day. Like you, and the message you convey, the true fear lies in not seeking and believing, tomorrow and the rest, are the blessing. And within the blessing, fears aside, for the steps of time approach, the trek remains. The grand journey to the next corner, but alleys in particular. Those dark dank places where truths be known.

I coveted your work. Each sentence was bound in words of grandness like oceans with their grandest desires and the sands with the mysteries to behold.

Thank you. Write on. The world awaits. I know, I do.