My birthday this year passed as more than a formality with all the events in and around it, marking a point in my lifetime from which things will never be the same. My personal universe has had its foundations rocked far more deeply than even suspension of disbelief will allow, leaving me for the time being in a suspended state of delerium which I hope to retain as a feature for a while yet. Someone from my distant past has returned to claim my soul. Ba'al knew nothing of this, for he cannot read my thoughts...
"Can I not?" he smiles, the essence of time's total futility dancing across Cupid's bow, then he turns and yawns at another screen full of delights he prefers to indulge in. I am but a fleeting shadow across his interpersonal Universi and he reminds me of my insignificance with a flash of fired stare to slice my soul.
When Cliff Simon's name suddenly appeared in my Twitterzone to join Peter Williams, Tony Amendola and the irrepressible Corin Nemec, my world left orbit. Literally. For a brief history of time, my particles shattered into the night and I wondered if they would ever return.
They have, of course. But not in the same order. My Lord, I humbly accept your torture, as the pain is not in vain.
I'll rise to my feet again in a little while........and yes, I'll happily kiss that ring.