"I was standing in the shower, washing my hair, thinking about it the other day, knowing that in about five years we'll say to him, "Chris, now I see what you were doing. We were right there up close watching it happen but we really didn't get it then, did we?!" We'll have to apologize to him. We'll have to yield to him. We'll have to admit he really was spot on and we were off in Lu-Lu Land."

Yesterday over coffee I was thinking, love deepens the mystery of what we are. Who we are is a different story. Necessary, needful, but not as fundamental. What we turn out to be is shocking, unexpected. And what would life be without surprises? What would surprises be if we expected them? Sometimes the links we forge go 404 and we can't debug our own pages. What else are friends for? I appreciate your surmise that I know what I'm doing here any more than you do, that I have some inside track, secret subagenda, Dick Tracy webwatch, some arcane map of the future. I wish I did. I don't. I like what you wrote nonetheless. Thank you.

I can share one early formative influence that may shed some light. Or darkness. In the fallingdown world, the way down is often the way up; the way out the way in. Worst practices. Early hermeticism reincarnated in Spanish spam. One thing's for sure: we're all gonna "get it" in the end (not a sexual reference). In the meantime, the mystery deepens all by itself. I just work here.