One door closes and another door opens. This is one truth in life that I have always been able to depend on. Through the people and the places, the levity and the desperation, the peace, the contentiousness, the bloodshed, and even now with the departure of my little boy the doors have continued to open and close without hesitation, but never without reason it would seem. The passing of my son has forced me to even further question everything regarding my own reasoning and existence, about the same as it applies to my fellow man and woman, about the meaningfulness, possibilities, boundaries and consequences of the world that we live in, and about the God who I have always believed in my heart to have created us all.

I am admitting to you now that despite my life's experiences and my greatest efforts to inquire and understand I am still without so many of the answers to my questions. And likewise, despite my earnest and ongoing attempts to correct my never-ending imperfections and somehow gain a much greater control of my innermost desires, my outward appearances and the general happenings concerning so many people and things that are well beyond myself, I am still just as clumsy, mortal and segregated from my subconscious as I have ever been. The blatant and obvious truth is that I have to this point in my life learned far more about what all I do not know than what little I do. Thankfully there is overwhelming consolation in the face of everything else that is so damning and disheartening and hopefully there is another door awaiting my predestinated haphazard arrival just as every time before.