To grow up and keep growing into old age and beyond. Then as if it was an instant, we are transformed again. It reminds me of our BOD. We are growing up together. We have learned so much by communicating our knowledge, our theories, our dreams, our fears, our angst, our knowledge, our theories, our dreams, our fears, our angst. Again and again, over and over.

Exhausted arn't we. But this puzzle is almost solved. Please see the truth. Not your truth. But the truth. It is there for all to grasp. How smart we are. Smarter than them.

There is no point in worrying if you will make as much as you dreamed. You will make as much as we were meant to make. I have a beautiful picture of my daughter praying at Versailles. Someday I will post it. Also a picture of her running with the wind in her hair. I will post that at the appropriate moment. And finally, a picture of her jumping her horse over a jump, bent over and close to the horse, teeth gritted, horse with mane flying, ears forward, underbelly showing, neck rounded, as he and she fly up and over and make that quantum jump. We will too. Honest.

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