I’m just like you brother; old bones, wrapped in aged meat and scarred flesh, a vessel holding the remnant pieces of a shattered spirit.
There is nothing grand or unique, no admirable quality setting me apart from you.
39 years after entering this pitched field of angst and combat, it has become clear - mostly everything you see, hear and do is a distraction from that which is truly imperative.
-Denny Ducet
