This being human is a guest house...

It is a long, strange road that leads me back to the tree at the center of myself. From the cave at the roots of the tree to the meeting place at the top of the branches, the road leads me deeper and deeper, back to my true self. It is the journey, and the destination, that I seek. And in so doing, I grow closer to that self I seek.

Mysticism aside, this is an f-locked journal for very specific reasons, and generally speaking, I'll contact you about opening those doors, instead of responding to requests to do so. And yes, the irony of having a private place on the Internet does not escape me.