Sometimes in life, everything is so large. I find that every now and then a chance convergence of epic proportions creeps up on me with incredibly good stuffs and amazingly crappy stuffs all swirling around me, all blowy and wild with tornado force winds. And then I remember. And then I breathe. And then I eat a piece of pie with homemade whipped cream. And I recall that life is not always like this. But while it is, I'll try to make the bad stuff better, and I'll enjoy the purely good stuff. Truly, deeply and with all my heart.