Am I just crafting my own narrative here? Could the lifting of the veil—all the good things in this past week—be just so much mythos?

Well, no.

This seems really ridiculously right.

I couldn't imagine the depth and complexity that would become so readily apparent. Intuition tilts everything in these unexpected and delightful ways.

But I'm writing down all the details, 'cause I don't want to forget. I need a way back in case we ever lose the thread of this new narrative.

As I've stated for the record at many points past, in many other situations:

This is real. Believe it.

"Well, I used to think that this life would be good, and I would do things that I thought that I should, and no one's gonna tear me down...And there was never any place for someone like me to be totally happy. I'm runnin' out of clock, ain't a shock—some things never do change, never do change."
"Well, you are the one, the one that lies close to me, whispers, 'Hello—I miss you quite terribly.' I fell in love, in love with you suddenly. Now there's no place else I could be but here in your arms."

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