I am aware. I overwhelm. As any past partner would say about he, “He’s a handful.”
Today, I take that both as a compliment and a challenge. Challenge accepted. The good news is, I can rant and rage in my writing and no one is listening, reading, or watching. (Not meant to be self pity.) People don’t read books. They read TikTok, the read texts and emails. I wonder if I could transmit the information I am trying to share via text.
Just a second. (pause)
Check you phone. Anything?
Okay, let me try again, I’m using the 512-number, is that the correct…
You got it? Sweet. Okay, so new learning for me. I can text you in case of emergency or boredom. I can’t listen for you 24-7, that’s reserved for the arc angel class.
Here’s my promise to you. I will be aware of my bullish nature to flood the comms with ideas, tangents, and digressions. A lot like we think. There’s a bit of that, I’m trying to capture here. Sometimes even I lose the thread about the point I wanted to make.
Here is the point: I am here. You are here.
There is a spiritual *now* between us.
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