Parting shots regarding recent lore.

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It has been told that I do not, always... reciprocate.  Some have thought me stone, iron, cold, aloof.  I have told them that they simply choose not to see, and not to expect too much.  Demanding much, but giving little, seems unfair.  And, perhaps it is.  Or, perhaps, one simply needs to understand what it takes to give that little.  A widow's mite is greater than many fortunes surrendered, due to the relative value and resultant reliance upon faith from giving the sacrifice.  Further, moving a mountain a hundredth of an inch is greater than running a lifetime of marathons or lifting any amount of weight a man might through all of his time.  If a woman loves rightly, and abides in spite of this, she will know, in either case.  In any case, love me some caged gerbil.  *spin*


Oh, not God, or even a god, as I suggested.  Proof was not just in the children.  Some things would have caused questions to arise in any event.  One possible evidence might have been as follows.  There are big things, often though, it is an accumulation of the little things, innit?

Enjoy, or not.  Good... day... evening... night?  As you wish.  Uhrm, though, feel no need to follow me down.  I can take it, and I do understand.  I arranged... some things, as you well know.  ;)