Please pardon my informality, but thanks so much for doing that. Even if I had the words to describe it, it would be pretty difficult and long. It's like a miracle. It was a miracle. I could hardly believe that anything so whimsical and hardly possible that ever came from the depths of my imaginative mind would come to pass. In fact, I don't even think I had ever fathomed how that would have been possible. Yet nothing is impossible, and oh-so-quickly, I've already returned to that odious, despicable ingrate that I started off as. Hah, I could spite myself in contempt at all my pride and self-importance. But that's not the way, now, is it? Of course not. Never through self-condemnation, because of His great love. Because of His great love, He gave His only son, and everything was done, so all of us would go to Him, and leave behind our pasts and give Him our presents and our futures, and our all. So you tell me why I shouldn't just do that right this instance. You're not stopping me. Neither am I.