well, i guess no one can have everything. i must learn to celebrate when i fail. inner growth and fortitude follow the sting, right? won't i rise with holy wind in my sails? yet they always seem to get what i want, door after door flung open. why are the keeper of doors, who haunt the hopeful halls of fate and desire so partial to them, but not to me? yes, i do feel sorry for myself—don't, brother,...
