Impressed.

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No, not by anything I have done.  By the one who has mapped well enough to direct others.

You... know by now that I truly do see in the dark.  Crazy dreams to eyes wide awake but not seeing what the light shines upon.  I'll probably never know, exactly, why.  Not a watcher, I know my kin.  Perhaps a watcher of flesh though.  That is possible.

Maybe it is thought...

I am no angel, but possibly of their line.  Now that I have gone straight, it's probably clear to those who see.

Perhaps something else is thought.

It has merit as well.  As before, though, it isn't complete.

Perhaps it is something sought.

Or something already found, needing fleshed out.  And it is thought that may be found here.

Certainly, beyond eyes, there are ears, and those are used to solid purpose.


Curious, I suppose.  Oh, not I.  Not on this.  Impressed, but not my concern.  To know the notions of a cartoon avatar writer well enough to find particular notions in a sea of thoughts at particular points.  More, to guide others to wounds and bandages is quite a thing.  Yes, I do see.

Neither do I know the methods of understanding or the level of it.  Just that some serious effort at it and cataloging must be happening.  Interesting.  For good or ill?  Matters little.  What will be cannot be undone.