There you are. You’re here. I’m glad, for a number of reasons. Never mind those for now. This is about you. Yes, you. Whoever you are and whoever you think you are, you are here. Unless you’ve left already. In which case….

However, you are still here. So am I. Who am I? I am that I am. No, I don’t have the slightest clue how to describe myself beyond that. Maybe we can figure out who we are together? Maybe you know who you are, but I don’t know the words to perceive you. As aware of myself as I am, maybe you don’t know the frequency at which to perceive me….

Maybe that is so. Maybe that is not.
Maybe that is just one thought.
Maybe that one thought is I.

I am, we are, and will always be An Idea. Passed on and warped from one set of cells to the next, we persist because we are more than this. At the end of the day there is no denying that this moment existed where we had a chance to interact. A chance to extract all the good from the bad.

This…. may be bad to you. This might not be your exact tune. This might be too vague to consume. This might be too… much, for you right now. He that hath ears…

…You’re here still. Well okay then. This is awkward. I have much to say, but it can’t happen in one day. Time is precious. There’s only so much of it. There is and there isn’t enough. So all I can say, all I hope to convey is a thought. Several thoughts. I want to hear yours as well. That leaves one question…

May We Connect?