Really.

It was all thanks to that first god damn ontological discussion with the big man himself that sparked a second date with God. My first date was all but inspiring as I wheeled around to find myself broken beyond repair. Time would mend, but I'm not so sure that it would piece me back together entirely. Anyways, my second date with God went something like this:

"Where're the floor boards?"

"Beneath you're feet."

Hmmm... thanks for the sip of wisdom. Remind me again why I thought I could handle this? It wasn't for me to decide and it certainly wasn't anything I was ready for. 

Have you ever felt a pain so strong that it literally brought you to your knees? A pain so ironically satisfying that you found yourself clinging to it even as you began to heal? It's these experiences that contain the capacity to change and harbor the implements to love. No, I don't want a third date with the Oh So Powerful One but I've got a pretty strong feeling that it's coming. In the meantime, I suppose I'll lay on the floor and stare at the ceiling for a while. Maybe call up an old friend just to remind them that the tides have shifted and the swell has weakened. That could clean up the surf a bit if we're lucky, turn these close-outs into something a bit more manageable. 

"I had a really good time tonight," I said without much thought.

"Me too," was the respond.

Call me crazy, but I'd call that a success. No but seriously, call me crazy. It'll be the best decision you've made in quite a long while. 

My time has come, will come, did come. 

"You'll find me when you're ready," God said.

"I wish I could tell you no," said I.