There's No Other Me
Whoa, 5 months like that, huh? I don't think I'm wasting my time - we'll see. Yeah, the word thing. You see, it's like this; it has been shown to me in no small or insignificant way that any attempt to substitute for the real thing will fall short, so it's all a compromise, all the time, unless it's totally real, and who wants that coming at them? I have thankfully, by grace and endless pleading, rediscovered the stream, and my place in relation to its flow, and there is no finer gift that I have received here. I have been given back my voice and my soundboard, and I can't begin to express my gratitude in any way other than to surrender to it fully. It has rendered words completely inadequate, however, so I am far less inclined to use them these days. Other methods of expression become predominant, and are less available for sharing or distribution for better or worse. depending on whether there are expectations or not. What has become real is the observin