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I theorize that our roots are so entangled, our upbringing so intertwined, that if and whenever we sink away from our adult responsibilities, for even just a moment's respite, and to the childlike peace within us, that we each will find the other there. For both of us the place we fall back to, the place in our minds where we feel safe, is inhabited by the other. We are each others most eternal friend and companion. Whatever may arise, whatever new loves are formed, we will always fall back on each other. And this is a bond which must not be neglected, must not be taken for granted. It must instead be nourished by our cherishing each other. The fondness I feel towards my memory of you surely doesn't reflect the pain I endured because of our relationship, and yet you are the crown jewel of my social experience. And for whatever reasons, by whatever mechanism, be it subconscious or conscious, this bond will never weaken. And so in light of that I propose we don't merely remember it fondly, but actively put it to work enriching our lives. We have in each other a truly epic and awesome potential for friendship. And we must not let it be squandered by the distractions of instinct. We must throw away our primal pursuits as they will not serve our bond. We must actively and purposefully pursue instead a high pedstal overlooking the ocean of humanity, and from it cast out bright and shining hope for all the ocean to see. A beacon that bellows "lo, weary wanderer, rejoice! For there is another way." And we could be a light that guides through those rocks which sank us all of the people we now see navigating that same treacherous pass. lightpilot (forgive my audacity in tagging you in this)

Everywhere I go, I always find at least two Cool Kids. They have always already found each other amidst their Uncool company. They don't have to be cool to be Cool. But there they are, holding down the fortress of reality with level heads. And so I feel like I'm just looking for somebody who thinks I'm cool to be Cool with. So when adventurers and assorted wanderers find us we can show how to navigate these parts we call home, and send them onward better equipped to transcend the Great Mystery.

You see, in the years since our parting I have been deconstructed and reconstructed so thoroughly that I can't remember what it used to feel like to be me. All that survived is your construct in my mind. You've become an archetype to me. And you have guided me through the most tumultuous mental terrain I dare imagine ever having to suffer. The thought of you was so difficult to handle for so long that my subconcious took and gave you autonomy in my brain, free will to go where you please and mold me as necessary to give me the ability to handle the real world. You saved me from so many things.