I say, slightly inebriated, to those who love me, to those I love -- Mom, Dad, Alicia, Val, Britten and Chris (:-), the stranger, the lover, the ideal, and spleen; to those at Reed; to JD, Nick, Tom, to myself, to God: I love you. The night swims away. Dreams pass like the moment. Life as a television screen. Life as a flowing river. Or the reverse. Life transcendent. Life overcomes, abundance, the waiting in the corner of pain, all the words I've ever heard and remembered, if foolishly -- it was all wrong. I know nothing. I love you all. I'm staying right here.