This blog has lain dormant for a few months now, despite the best efforts of Catnip and others like James and Arcturus. And though all of you are very talented and passionate in your own ways, I think we all know why this blog is silent.
Over the last week or so I've been revisiting some of the most powerful, heartfelt and wrenching writing I've ever read. No matter the subject, whether rape, war in Iraq, Lebanon and Afghanistan, American exceptionalism, or something as mundane as who controls the remote control, the kids or the elders, these writings I speak of had a magical way of weaving a story and taking me into the heart of the writer and feeling the joy, the pain, the outrage...and the love that poured forth from it.
I know not where my friend is or how he is doing. I only wish that he is in peace. That his heart remain steady. That he can know some sense of the respect and yes, love I feel for him.