Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing
and rightdoing there is a field
I'll meet you there
When the soul lies down in the grass
the world is too full to talk about

~Rumi

Somewhere in that poem is the Main Point--the Main Point being all that is important about friendship and connection and the ineffable stuff of human relationships. Joy. Lightness of being. Occasional forays into the silly and truly absurd. The simple day-in, day-out random Tuesdays when we are unabashedly and unironically human—full of hope and potential and impropriety and moments where we become unapologetic extensions of one another.

If you're reading this, you've probably been a big part of helping me understand that. My deep thanks to you.