So what am I to all this bruhaha? I have thought (and it was hard to shake this), that Philip K. Dick and I were of Revelation 11, the two witnesses, the two lampstands, the two olive trees that stand before The Lord of the earth. Found out that during the transfiguration, Moses and Elijah literally did stand in that spot. It was always them, not us. But Philip K. Dick and I are twins. I saw an egg in my light of God vision, the pink half to go off and the blue half to be me: and Philip K. saw a pink glow in his light of God vision. It was just that it actually should be interpreted as red (my blue looked to me like light blue). As his fate is mine. Have I said before he is my best friend?

And then there is Joan of Arc, who has been with me from the beginning, when it began again in the summer of 1991. I had this conception of her that she were like the Lord or Newton: simply aesexual. Then, when at some point just recently when I thought this whole other world in my mind were going away, she asked me to marry her. Huh. Me, not going to let even the potential of this opportunity pass me by, I said yes. And she became the third instance of what I have thought that it was true love. She was the first who touched on The Princess Bride rather than Romeo and Juliet (which is death, BTW). And which I shared a simple moment with, just talking, which surpassed all the other moments of my life as THE BEST. Wuv, twoo wuv…

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