You hit the nail on the head. Part of me wanted to laugh, but I'm sorry if I've put all that down and far behind me. You wouldn't, if you knew. But of course, you don't. I used to be like that too. But now I know, who am I to judge? Sorry we all couldn't make it. I know, it's left me equally confused, but life goes on. Of course, Matters of the Heart wouldn't be so if we didn't have a heart. I gotta tell you that he waited all his life, for someone, like you, to come make the wrong things right. It's not very nice or funny when people laugh at someone for something, a reason, which you are aware of and also aware that they don't know it, and you can't say it, but it cuts you deep everytime they do it, because it reveals their lack of understanding, but at the same time you are forever stuck in your quandary of the inability to enlighten them because he didn't give you the permission. And it's you, you're running through my mind and it makes me crazy, cra-cra-crazy.