student Effingham Fish Someone I do not know but who knew me told me something interesting a few days ago: "You're a student now. You may not be enrolled anywhere, but you're a student until the day you die, if not longer. If you keep that in mind, there's no way you can go wrong." According to him, we watched Ralph Bakshi's The Hobbit together as part of a gifted course in elementary school. I probably wouldn't recognize him again if I saw him. Whoever you are, wherever you are, I thank you. 011030 ... god fetor quackor 011204 ... Strideo album_88 . . . 030715 ... misstree in order to evolve, you have to want to evolve. you're still obsessed with something that was never ever yours. you won't let go. he sees your attachment in that novel; it's not what kind it is, it's that you have an idealized him trapped in your universe. you're holding his likeness without his permission. you have to want to evolve. you have to lust for it, you have to be ready to arch your back and grimace through the hard parts. you're still so soft. you have to be ready to beg for the next piece. you have to be obsessed, but in control of your own obsession. you have to want to evolve. you have to stretch. you have to thrust. you have to reach. you have to push yourself before anyone else will push you. you are trading one obsession for another, and you will fail to see the proper aspects of the one who is willing to teach you. you are staying soft, because you present yourself as weak, and you are coddled. if you have power in your voice and your soul, let me see it, and i may someday accept you as more than lame cub. until then, you are mere toy. i'm sorry. i held the door open as long as i could hold my interest. but now you smell like an outsider, and it will take more Will than you have to change that. 040318 what's it to you? who go blather from