As I came down from that particular bluff, tears still streaming down my face, i realized that i am not randal, nor any past incarnation of him. i am changed, for better or worse. i am, however, still fully incapable of understanding those things that are most important to me. after cursing god, this earth and myself, i feel a little purged, cleansed … but still slashed and bloody.

the road home was long; i hope i sleep like a newborn. i wish even more that i awake with such carefree innocence.