If the goal of blogging is to create as much controversy as possible, I’ve failed.

If the goal of living is to accumulate as much money as possible, I’ve failed.

If the goal of loving is to maximize one’s representation in the ongoing gene pool, I’ve failed.

But if the point of being is to be in the moment… hrmm, let me take a moment to think about that one.

I can still hear my sister reassuring me, like a prophecy deep-woven for eternity,
“O dear brother,  sweet brother, worry not.  If ever it is meant-to-be, you shall know her love again.”

And now it is the meant-to-be. 

Time has annealed, healed, re-revealed,

You to me.

And love has re-invented