The exit polls, you say. These are the things they show on the television after the elections are wrapping up? Interesting yes, that thought. It's dreadfully amusing to see such talk of competition for me. It's amusing because well I know that the best way to get me, or maybe to get the most out of me, is not to compete. It's so endearing somehow when I see such things. Isn't that a simple secret? Oops, I guess it isn't such a secret now, is it! But I know you weren't really doing it anyhow. It's so easy to provoke jealousies though, and silly resentment that at first may appear topical, but maybe go deeper. Those feelings aren't necessary when it comes to me. I think I give freely enough of myself, and now that I've just revealed the secret of gaining Lestat's attention, if there really even IS a secret, maybe no one will feel the need to clamor and cling. But would I miss it? That's the question. Everyone will say oh yes, he will, but you know, people don't know me so well as they'd like to think.

How rude that you've lost your chair. It makes me want to give you your very own recliner, perfect for those evening, fireside conversations, I'd think. -laughs- But then listen to me. You will say I'm in trouble again, won't you, if I spark such thoughts in others beyond what I might already have done. Quite unintentional, of course. I'm the one who is rambling now, but I don't know how to end it. I might be like the Energizer Rabbit who keeps going and going and going… Oh damn, now there that could lead to other thoughts.. you see how it is??

Actually, it was Aaron who left the quotation by Owen Barfield on Colridge. I meant to comment on it as well, but in all I had to say, that got lost. I well understand the intellectual stammer myself. It is funny because often when I'm sitting here even posting to you all, I will find myself somehow thinking almost in a foreign … you know, frame of mind, instead of language, it's foreign thought, and then my typing gets uncertain and I might even message others to say, "This is a word for such a feeling as when …" - And I think I do it even in person. It's a trait of passion I believe, where the mind has a thousand things to offer and wishes to get each point across with absolute succinctness and clarity, often that goal is cut short by the very strides to make it happen! Conundrums and Ironies, aren't they grand!

The Davinah tale will wait, or disappear altogether, I'm not so sure. I feel a change coming soon for my site.

Pedants. Ha. That struck me as funny.

I've said enough in my last reply. I meant it all, and retract or modify nothing. Those words stand alone for now, and are advisable to everyone, so I hope they're widely read. Starting over can happen, perhaps, but you've soured my perceptions greatly.

You can find those DVD's and much much more on my favorite little place called E-bay. The modern wonder, it is.

What do I think about the ocean? I love it, of course. Some of my fondest images, memory-wise, are of standing on hillsides, or on gentle dunes, looking out over the moonlit froth of the waves, or of standing on the beach in the rain, my arms outstretched. That image I think, that time, maybe it was the beginning of all that my thoughts are now.

Impertinent teenager, I hardly think so, my friend. You make me smile. You go from such haughtiness at times, to such humble statements. That you come again to me as I thought you would, is warm and invited, for always just as you think you have nothing to say, you do, and I find myself enjoying it, so of course, there is no need to thank me, please. I'll forgive your verbosity indeed after such an absence. After all, how could you not have a bounty of words and thoughts stored away to share?

You've contemplated the monastery, have you? Oh how rich! Think, it is me who in the end could inspire even those thoughts? There is definitely a peace to be found inside such walls, the likes the mortal world could and never will offer. There is innate, unfettered acceptance, or so I felt, and though I'd never really trade the life I lead now for those times again, I think with yearning fondness on the nights spent by the candles, trying to read, learning, listening and loving it all. I can deftly imagine Bruno's fellow brothers thinking he'd gone not only around the bend, but over the mountain, out the door and down the path to insanity, but oh no, it wasn't that at all, was it? It was a different sort of trans-substantiation that took place within him, wasn't it? Not a defiance so much as an acceptance, upon closer examination? Intrinsic "Truth Beyond Illusions" - A statement, an internal doctrine, or desiderata? Epiphanies, and such moments are lost to fear in those who've never experienced them, I say.

Hmmph. You didn't even notice my oh so humorous post, did you?

Now put away such silly notions, for there is no real competition, is there? Is it as Ms. Eve alludes? I can't say, or perhaps I won't say to be more truthful, but I can certainly vouch for the fact that there is enough of me to be here in parts, or pie slices for everyone, as my dialogue and ease of thoughts I think should well indicate here. Why should you have all of the prize anyhow, if there is such a thing, or metaphor to be had? So much… so many would like to claim it, but of course you should know that I don't give it all to anyone, and I'm not about to start. After all, what fun would there be in that? Now some say shame on me, that I'm encouraging fighting and bickering here for my attentions, but I'm not, because there's nothing really to fight over.