EXCERPT: Life seemed to open up (I could see it) into a senseless vacuum of existence and it clung to the depths of what might be simply known as loneliness ...I had, of course, a family behind me and friends that were like family, but neither contingency held the fire, the flicker or the grate against the stone that would ignite a clear presentation of worth and a purpose of substantial context. If there had been someone that spoke my language, to reverberate my thoughts and purge my feelings, feelings wholly undiluted and fine - well, that would've been something ...To avoid, to just maneuver one self in order to miss the blow - that had been the strategy to dodge any pain, which in the long run, I now see, was counter productive to life and love and eternal glow of nostalgia.