I feel such a great love right now for art and friendship. I struggle with both from time to time, worry too much at times and too little at others. Sometimes it takes seeing an image struck across a whole damn wall in light, sometimes it takes watching the eyes of someone speaking passionately about something they love to remind me just how lucky I am. Every now and again I get to see the fire in people, even a spark and I swear it is contagious.

I'm leaving this post public because it is so important that we all realize these things in our lives that are so important. Whether I interact with you online or face to face, if you took the time to read this and feel what I say here, it is one more spark being passed. It's more important than we realize, I know I am guilty on many counts of taking for granted being surrounded by so many wonderful people. I go into class and I'm with people that have fires burning and smoldering inside of them, and my own furnace glows brighter. I come here and even through this mad collection of threads and tables I feel the fires burning inside of each of you. It is wonderful. It is joyous. I knew times where there were no other fires, and mine burned only in spite of that. I'm glad that is no longer the case.

Thank you, whether I've known you forever or for a few months, for when it all comes down to brittle bones and dust; you are what made life as a sentient being worth experiencing.