I’m sure there are plenty of confident scholarly answers that I can’t fathom,

but brutal self honesty and a thirst to drown in the depths of devotion

seems the safest approach to the goal either way,

wherever a soul goes and whatever it might be.

Today that’s my answer to almost anything.

I lost my anchor somewhere back there and wound up too far from shore again.

I forgot my oars and can’t even swim.

Why am i not worried?

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