Psst! Hey you! No, wait. You're not the sort of person to be referred to by a mere psst! You've been adorned with lofty titles by those who are fortunate to have crossed paths with you. Now I truly understand why they remember most everything you say.

As for me, I prefer to call you by your baptismal name - wait, I'm sure you carry no such notions for quite a long time. But you have quite a placating name.

I figure you're not the type to go into pointless digressions. The word is your weapon of choice, density and intention its special qualities. I have tried to steer clear of you and your arsenal. Part chance, part apprehension. This time, it's all pure default. You see, much as I have made the word my raison d'etre, I know all too well its debilitating sweetness. I could only dream of hinting at the innumerable souls rendered undone by its stickiness.

However it may have been bastardized by those who choose to use it irresponsibly, I still believe in those who suck it for its capacity to transgress.

Transgression, subversion, conversion.

Digression.

So, if you ever chance upon this lil ol' blog of mine - so near and yet so far - I thank you for easing my doubts. May you find my gift - oh, but it's this lil ol' thing - a quick ease for eye strain. I know it is but a mere sneeze compared to the hope (and uncertainty) you allowed me to take a glimpse into.

Your immeasurable gift is my second wind.