I trust the story, and the storyteller.

How will it be when I am there?
Will I feel closer to you, or farther away?
Will the world seem smaller of bigger?
These are questions that can only be answered in the doing, though I feel I can already see them etched against the mountainsides and dirty cities, and in the air blowing by all around us, taking us all this way, to and fro, together and apart. Won't my heart just become more sure of all it's ever known, and all it was meant to know? Yes, this is why I am going.
And it is for this I will return.

How strange this is how me make our way in the world. But not so strange, really.

My religion is one of thankfulness.

And I will stand by this unto my dying day.
It took a hecka long time to figure out. But it's where it's at.

Also, Norman and his wife Nancy Blake are kinda where it's at too.