Do you have any idea, John, of how many fans you have here in the unseen?
Students, far and wide? Admirers, near and far? Friends from other dimensions and other times?
Do you know what they talk about the most when your name comes up?
Besides your French toast?
Besides your saunter?
Besides your home here with the holiday lights you leave up year-round, the roaming wildebeests in the backyard, and the answering machine that says, "Off having the time of my life in the jungles of time and space…"?
Your belief in the goodness of others.
10,000 Kisses, The Universe |