All is well. The long hours of dealing with machines have not taken their toll. I suspect they will never will, because I have managed to find a solid refuge in the meaningful words before me, be they of foulness or beauty. The world is going its proven way, blindly and absurdly drifting amongst the stars. Candidly and gently, love permeates through time and space; the presence of love is only felt by a religious few, who believe not in a god, but in themselves and in their brethren.
Because everything is energy, and energy is you, and me.