He, she, us, them, they, me.

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Well, perhaps there are some things that are simply not akin to the others?

I don't think she always gets it.  I also don't always believe she wishes to do so.

I understood some things long before I should or could.  Oh, just trust.

I had more than one professor, in more than one topic, lose control of their jaw while I discussed things with them.  I have been, favorably if not to my way of thinking, compared to Einstein, among others.  Little tricks in explaining how to see things, or explain them, oddities only fanboys would know.  The little I knew of the man was enough to not wish to really delve more deeply.  And, yet, for the favorable comparison, I was disliked for... being different to that level.

All in all, there is always hope.  Though, in truth, the first one to get cold feet is dad.

Just swinging past Mars on my way to Jupiter before returning for a nap.  Good night, most likely.