I Can't Even Trust My

The Average Attention Span Of The Modern Human Being Is About Half As Long As Whatever Youre Trying To Tell Them.

I've Noticed That The Magic Getting Along With Someone Isn't Really Magic. If You Break It Down, You Can See How It Happens. You Say Something A Bit Off-center And See If They React. If They Get It, They Push It A Bit Further. Then It's Your Turn Again. And Theirs. And So On, Until It's Banter. Once It's Banter, It's Friendship.

The Facts Of His Existence Are Plain. I Know That He Will Never Silence Those Unspeakable Voices. He Heard How People Killed, And How They Died And Their Voices Infected Him, Coursed Through His Body, Poisoned Him. He Didn't Know How To Turn Off The Noise, Or Turn The Hate Back Out Onto The World Like The Rest Of Us. He Turned It On Himself. You Could See That From The Scars On Him.

I Give Thanks For All That Has Passed, For All That Is Passing, And For All That Is Yet To Come.

I Didn't Seem To Have That Effect On Anyone But It Would Have Been A Waste For Both Of Us To Be Saints.