when the last line is written

when you look past (if you care to and can) the obvious hunger for attention and foolishness (not to mention love and affection and companionship and understanding and maybe the most important thing of all in life, trust, unconditional if at all possible), the true value or the words you are reading and the life that inspired them and the writer who lived the life that brought all these words to you (this recent entry, for example), will become so obvious that you'll have no reasonable choice and course of action other than lavish uninhibited worship and devotion (halleluya brothers and sisters and all ships at seas cuz, from a related perspective, a ship is safe in a harbor but that is not what ships are built for, ya know?), but you need not prostrate yourself before me (after me is a different story, or perhaps just semantic amusement for those of us who find amusement in semantics), i mean, unless you really want to, that is... have we digressed?...

all kidding (and self-mockery) aside, the point may be (may be?) that the value of all this is for you to determine for yourself, as it is with everything, for we do not see things as they are, we see things as we are, in other words, you are the only one seeing all this through your eyes and you, in your mind (no matter how much of a follower you may be), are the only one who can determine the worth of the time you spend here reading...

when the last line is written, after all is said and done, all i can do is hope you like me, you know, you really like me, i mean, if that sort of thing mattered to me, of course...

narf :)