A month ago, I learned something so earth-shattering it mentally shoved me into a state of limbo. Turns out certain things (or people) refuse to be buried. Turns out, it was never a ghost. Turn out, it was never past-tense. Turn out, I get a second chance... A second chance to examine some bandaged wounds, not yet scars, but no longer dripping with ignorance and stubbornness.

I anticipate no ownership or acquisition, only knowledge. And the truth shall set me free. =)