authors deal in words, they're the currency of a shifrting world that fades away and vanishes only to be reborn again. words may very well be all that we leave behind when we and all who knew us are ash and soot. it's comforting to see love twords something so monolithically vital that is so often left unnoticed. i liked the monologue a great deal. and i like reading your words again an even greater deal. _ all hail the english major!