Not my words today, but words that have stuck with me for a long time.
Gerald Costanzo
The Meeting
Somewhere along the road you meet up with yourself. Recognition is immediate. If it happens at the proper time and place, you propose a toast: May you remain as my shadow when I lie down. May I live on as your ghost. Then you pass, knowing you'll never see yourself that way again: the fires which burn before you are your penance, the ashes you leave behind are your name.
Anita DeRouen 