This brief essay was a gift. Truly so...and better yet, one that will certainly keep on giving.

I have read many of your notions and accounts and wonders to behold while over the years many if not all had value , while this one was a claron song. Its lyrics resonated... a rthym and cadence...a ripe fruit there in plain sight. alas...to consume immediately.

As confessions go, my last few years have allocated hours beyond count to a novel. A rights of passage told my an old man's view lost in time...reflecting via another and then another while not to get lost, I was. My theme was ever wondering about...lost as in never being found until this moment.

Yes, now I believe the theme is the original tragety you alluded to; the departure from youth...its orginal truths in tow until the world comes calling and the essence of what happens next. The next being what you have the courage to create. Or not. And then amongst the storm the awakening, as truths be known.

Thank you David.

Eric