Here I am!
Here you are.

I've got a fifth of vodka. This about to vanish.

Why must it always end in tears and ash, why do I choose to merge with such an ancient evil and lose myself in the hurricane? The answer, I think, is rather simple. The surrender is too easy, what happens next is all controlled by something else. All one has to do is open the door, the lion does the rest.
In the aftermath, if one survives it...doing it again is far easier than facing the ruin that's been made of life. And so-
Strange. You watch gravity hold everything so close, the center of everything is always there, from the keys that
fall from your grasp to the weight you feel when you pick up your smart phone. It holds the very truth, and the forces that dispute that power wane under the turn of the world.

Ready? You've barely began.
Always and never. If it doesn't kill us there's always tomorrow.