After meeting you, you appeared, dare I say, delightfully afflicted by spirited indulgence. Isn't it something, friend, how we walk such different paths, yet each quietly hopes the other might see what we see as truth? It's not just friendship, is it? Something far deeper - a connection the world might never comprehend, but-would pose to admire if it could. And yet, somehow in all that depth, we still remain strangers to each other's light. There's a versatile tempest of thoughts, and I find myself to unburden them, to converse with you at length and in earnest about so very much. Let the stars keep watch as thou doth sleep, and may thy soul find courage in the quiet of the dark. Rest well, for the morrow awaits thy fire. Let thy fire shine brighter than the sun in life's capricious symphony of joy and jolts, and in night's deepest shroud, when the devils march, call on me, brother, and thou shalt not stand alone.