A word of understanding and the soul is sweetened ... I heard such a word this evening from a "stranger" and I was sweetened and quietened. By this "stranger" I mean bearing no relation to the events of my life, who certainly is not familiar with even the half of what's going on. I don't want a reward, no ... I sometimes need understanding, however.

I learn while aging ... fortunately, because people often harden over the years. I became putty again as when I was a child, and this is a good thing because I allow my shape free. Until I leave, I may change into a thousand forms, but it will always be me since all my experiences will be shaping my form which will be slowly approaching transparency. Only through it the many people close to me will remember me the way they had learned to see me.