Sunday, May 06, 2012
Well poor Yorik fell before most of our great-great-great-grandparents were even a glimmer in their parent eyes. Yet, the thoughts provoked from holding his skull are not far from the same for many who have lost hope. Not I, for I have a plan.
Be not afraid of the road lying ahead. The bumps, jars, and soft shoulders are all within the scope of things to come.
So, we find ourselves back once more with something more acute in our sights. The one thing I must absolutely do is to do it for me.
And away we go!
Be at Peace