shocks, revelations, revealations, what is known, what isn't, and what is read and becomes known, and of course, things not so private made public, or things so public made private, and there's a shock value, a shrudder, a shiver, a sort of blue sky falling, cloudy goodness, but gravity's effect in full force, apples falling from Newton's tree, that impending puberty, the growing up that all of us do, and of the three, i stand the last. First out the blocks, a sprinter, true to form, always, always and forever more, never to escape me, to break the bounds of who I am, that reinvention, is nothing more than rebirth, a rekindling of embers always central, the core, solid, liquid, self. and the looking inward, the self magnification, the peering microscope of me on a slide, sandwiched between glass, covered in a solution to aide in observation, and not that, but a sense of wonder, of congratulations, of best wishes to James and his Meadow. A world of happiness, joy, and love. A world filled with answers, and if not answers, courageous and exciting searching for those answers. And peace. Peace and understanding and a place. A niche.